Qing Zhi didn't quite dare to discuss certain topics with Long Chen, but with parting imminent, she couldn't bear to ignore him.
At that moment, Qing Zhi lowered her head and whispered softly, "Is there any other way?"
"You come closer, and I'll tell you."
"Okay."
Qing Zhi drew near to Long Chen.
Long Chen leaned in and quietly told Qing Zhi some words.
Qing Zhi gasped in shock, her cheeks burning hot, "You... you're a rogue, how could you ask me to do such a thing for you? Shameless."
"Qing Zhi..., I'm about to leave."
Long Chen held Qing Zhi's hand.
Qing Zhi bit her lip lightly, her face troubled. In her difficulty, there was also a touch of temptation and shyness; she didn't speak, seemingly pondering.
This complex and pretty expression set Long Chen's heart fluttering.
To Qing Zhi, the thing Long Chen quietly wanted her to do was extremely embarrassing for her.
It wasn't that she was unwilling, but rather that she simply couldn't let go.