Seeing that Jiang Baiyan wasn’t resisting, Shi Dai seized the chance to ask, “So which one do you prefer, Young Master Jiang?”

Jiang Baiyan’s chest was burning at this moment, as if something had filled it to the brim, pressing out against his ribs in a suffocating swell.

He could hardly stay standing and leaned gently against her shoulder, his eyes half-closed.

“Young Miss Shi,” he said, “It’s not the same.”