Chapter 116

Tracy felt that hearing the words "Do you like me" from Sean's mouth was no less than "What time do you want to die tonight" and "What method of death do you prefer?".

She licked the bitten lip flap, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on it: "President Sean is drunk, right?"

Sean's deep black eyes stared at her for a moment and did not answer.

Tracy continued tentatively: "You should be, right? Or else how would you make such a joke with me if you're not?"

Sean laughed, slowly let go of her, withdrew his hand, and ripped off his tie: "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

"Isn't it?" Tracy carefully analyzed, "I don't understand the meaning of why you asked me this question. What if I say I like you? Of course, you will think I am delusional. And if I say I don't like it, Mr. Pattinson will think I don't know how to be good. No matter how I answer, it is always wrong. Why don't Mr. Pattinson tell me what kind of answer you want to hear, and I'll give what you