Zhuang Yuezhou's face was still flushed. He turned away and said, "I know, dammit, I'm talking about your hand, use your hand."
Qiao Jingchen's brows tightened as he looked at him, narrowing his eyes, "Zhuang Yuezhou, have you thought this through?"
"No." Zhuang Yuezhou really hadn't thought it through. He just felt uncomfortable, extremely irritable right now, and he wanted to know if he could, if he could accept a man in every way.
If he could, what would he do in the future?
How would he explain it to the Zhuang Family?
Qiao Jingchen narrowed his eyes and studied Zhuang Yuezhou for a while before saying, "What if, after trying, you are sure? How will you deal with yourself then?"
Zhuang Yuezhou: "...."
"Maybe it's better not to try," Qiao Jingchen said expressionlessly, his eyes a deep and enigmatic abyss, completely concealing his thoughts.
