Song Frost's expression was too serious.

　　It was so serious that she couldn't think he was joking with her.

　　But isn't it a trade if you exchange something?

　　Gu Baisheng looked at Song Frost's handsome and icy face, his lips moved, somewhat confused: "You're talking to me about a deal?"

　　"If you think so," his fingertips, lovingly traced her lips for a moment, his eyes dark, "then this is it."

　　Gu Baisheng was gently rubbing his lips by ...