Qiao Zhichu thought that this man must have received professional body training. He had an upright posture and a dignified demeanor. Whether he was standing or sitting, he had an aura of his own.

Not knowing what the person on the other end of the phone was saying, Song Weiyi just said "hmm" from time to time and nodded.

Finally, he said, “I understand.”

The phone hangs up.

Qiao Zhichu put her hands in the pockets of her bathrobe, looking at Song Weiyi from across a two-meter-wide bed.

The look in her eyes now was completely different from before.

Sober and cool.

The effect of the medicine has worn off.

Nothing was accomplished.

Qiao Zhichu really had to doubt whether Song Weiyi was not capable or his self-control was too strong.

"Boss Song... why are you still staying here?" Qiao Zhichu asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Walk?"

"Yes," she said, "nothing happened just now, so it's unlikely that something unexpected will happen now."

Song Weiyi put his phone aside and slowly began to unbutton his sleeves: "Why not?"

His movements were slow and measured.

From cuffs, to ties, to belts.

At first, Qiao Zhichu could watch him do these things without blinking, but later...

She couldn't keep calm.

"Song Weiyi, you, you..." She swallowed, "What do you mean?"

He pulled out his belt and put it on the table.

The metal buckle hit the solid wooden tabletop, making a dull sound.

Song Weiyi's well-defined upper body can be clearly seen.

Biceps, pectoral muscles, mermaid line...

The trousers were loose around his slender waist and looked like they might fall off at any time.

Song Weiyi didn't say anything, walked around the end of the bed and came in front of Qiao Zhichu.

Because of the height difference, he needed to look down at her.

And she needs to look up.

"What do you mean?" Song Weiyi whispered, "What do you think I mean?"

Qiao Zhichu couldn't help but take a small step back and keep some distance.

Before, due to the effects of the medicine, her brain was blank, and everything she did and said was based on instinct.

Now she is very sober, but...

I'm scared.

Yes, Qiao Zhichu was scared.

She was not a dissolute person. Her family had educated her to be a well-educated and well-mannered lady from a noble family.

It was hatred that supported her and brought her to where she is today.

"Song Weiyi," Qiao Zhichu asked, "you..."

"I think I have to prove whether I am a man or not."

"you……"

Before she could ask the question, her cell phone vibrated.

Qiao Zhichu took out her cell phone from her bathrobe pocket and glanced at it quietly.

It was sent by Si Paner.

She was about to hide it, but she heard Song Weiyi say, "Look, what did she send?"

He actually saw it...

An ominous premonition arose in Qiao Zhichu's heart.

In front of Song Weiyi, she clicked on it with gritted teeth. What Si Paner sent was a voice message -

"Oh no, oh no, sister, my brother has such a keen eye that he can see through this! Where are you now? Are you okay? What happened? Why would he..."

Before she finished listening, Song Weiyi had already snatched her phone and said in a calm voice: "Si Paner, wait for me."

The sound of voice transmission is particularly clear in an empty environment.

Qiao Zhichu felt a chill on her back.

So, just now, Song Weiyi was answering the phone. Was it Liang Hui who was reporting the whole story to him?

So, what should I do now?

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