38 Sense of Responsibility [M]

Song Zhuyu felt a droplet of sweat trickle down his back at their close proximity. He almost couldn't believe what was happening right now. Was this still the same person who had bitten his hand ferociously and slammed the door on him last night? 

Oy, oy, oy, where have your wariness and defenses disappeared to? Why are you acting like a kitty in heat?!

Song Zhuyu had always prided himself on his conversational skill and glib tongue which had gotten him out of trouble more times than he could count, but even he found himself at a loss of words in the face of such tricky predicament. Sweet? Did Rui Ye just call him, a towering 1.9-meters man, sweet? Then again, he was most likely talking about Song Zhuyu's shampoo, or perhaps it could also be the scent of strawberries clinging to his body. Yes, that must be it!