"W-what?" Gingerbread sat up abruptly. "What did you just say? I didn't hear wrong, did I?"
Fen Jue rested his elbow on the table, his right hand supporting his chin, his long, slender, white fingers tapping idly as he lazily repeated, "I said, why not?"
Gingerbread's cheeks immediately burned.
What does that mean?
Even after regaining her memory, she still speaks in such a sticky and incoherent way.
Is that what she understood?
She found it hard to believe.
After all, Fenjue was over a thousand years older than her, or rather, he had lived a thousand years longer.
Well, no, not really.
Gingerbread scratched his head, a jumble of thoughts swirling in his mind.
I've thought about everything.
The only thing I dare not think about is the truth.
She pursed her lips, blushed, and lay back down, hurriedly taking out a silk handkerchief to cover her face.
He was afraid that Fenjue would discover that something was wrong with her.
"Don't brag, I don't believe you can do it for a lifetime."
"Don't believe me? Just wait and see."
He finished speaking and chuckled softly, his voice soothing and tingling as it reached Gingerbread's ear.
What a joke!
Gingerbread rolled over in frustration.
The sounds of the spirit beasts running and playing outside were clearly louder, but all she could hear was that laugh from just now.
The night breeze, carrying a coolness, gently caressed every part of the courtyard.
Including her face.
Gingerbread touched her face; it didn't seem so hot anymore.
Let out a breath slowly.
Fen Jue smiled slightly, taking in the chaos and turmoil of Jiang Bingbing's situation, and seeing how quickly she calmed down.
They seemed somewhat dissatisfied.
His phoenix eyes flickered slightly, his gaze shifting to her red earlobes, and a mischievous smile curled at the corners of his lips.
The next moment.
He deliberately lowered his voice and said with an innocent and guileless expression, "Perhaps your ears also need some cooling down."
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