"Hmm?" Shi Aoju usually sparing with words, repeated the character, but the tone was somewhat more pronounced.

"You like... like..." Su Jiuyi stammered, as if saying something difficult to discuss, unable to get it out.

"What." Shi Aoju looked at him calmly, his facial expression still unchanged.

"Can I choose not to say?" How could she answer such a thing? She couldn’t possibly tell him: I know, you like wearing red and black.

"No." Shi Aoju replied indifferently.

"Don’t you know what color you wear? Why should I say it?" Su Jiuyi pouted, "Why haven’t I asked you what color underwear I like to wear."

"White." Shi Aoju said: "Completely white."

Su Jiuyi exclaimed "Ah," her face flushed a deep red, and somehow she suddenly stood up, excitedly asking: "How do you know I wear white underwear?!"

"I’ve taken it off, how would I not know." Shi Aoju answered calmly.

Su Jiuyi: "..."

Truly someone knowledgeable, even when discussing an embarrassing topic like this, he could remain unfazed, as if nothing is happening.

"Since you don’t know mine, then you can familiarize yourself with it tonight." Shi Aoju said: "If once isn’t enough, then twice, if twice isn’t enough, then a few more times."

Su Jiuyi was totally confused, completely unable to grasp this logic; what do Mr. Qin, Song Zhike, and Shi Tianjue discussing his underwear color behind her back have to do with her? As if she were the origin of the whole thing.

"I disagree!" Familiarizing herself with other things she had no objection to, but underwear...Forget it. If Qi Jingren found out, he’d laugh at her endlessly.

"You can disagree, but I have ways to change your disagreement into willingness."

Shi Aoju’s words made Su Jiuyi misunderstand, not that her thoughts were too rogue, rather his words were indeed cryptic; anyone in her position hearing him speak like this would likely think of such things.

"Then I’d rather know what color they are..." Su Jiuyi said: "In your closet, there are twenty-two pairs of black underwear and one pair of red underwear. Judging by the ratio, you prefer black more than red. So, your favorite color of underwear is black."

After finishing, Su Jiuyi’s face was flushed again, not due to shyness, but feeling that speaking about such topics as a woman in front of a man was inappropriate.

"You know how many pairs?" Shi Aoju casually raised his lip corners, clearly showing amusement but it didn’t reach his eyes, making it hard to discern whether he felt good or bad at the moment.

"I helped you sort your wardrobe, so I saw them!" Su Jiuyi hurriedly explained, afraid of being misunderstood as having a peculiar fetish, after all, before this her relationship with him hadn’t reached a point where she could help him sort his underwear.

"You saw a glance and knew how many pairs? And you distinguished the colors so clearly." Shi Aoju had no intention of letting her go and inquired further.

Su Jiuyi pulled at her lips, smiling awkwardly: "Actually, I just glanced casually, since they’re yours, I kept them in mind."

Even under threat, she absolutely wouldn’t admit to actually organizing his underwear...