"What am I? You'll know once you've tried."
Shi Aoju flipped over, pinning Su Jiuyi beneath him, his hands braced on either side of her shoulders, looking down at her from above.
Being pressed down by him in such a position, Su Jiuyi's mind went blank instantly, forgetting even what they were just talking about.
She pushed against Shi Aoju's chest with her hands, trying to maintain some distance between them; however, even so, she could still feel his scorching breath, so hot it seemed like it could burn.
Su Jiuyi was so nervous her palms were sweating, her heart racing wildly, as if she could die from the speed of her heartbeat at any moment.
"Young Master Jue..." As soon as Su Jiuyi spoke, she felt Shi Aoju's deep gaze and obediently corrected herself, "Jue..."
It was the first time she called Shi Aoju this way, so she felt somewhat uneasy. Since they met, she had always called him Young Master Jue. Changing the way she addressed him suddenly was inevitably uncomfortable.
