"Junior Brother Wang..."
Hua Yourong lifted her face, her eyes sultry as silk, gazing at Wen Zhixing as if she were about to drip water.
She was smugly pleased inside. Hmph, let's see how you handle this.
Any normal man seeing her like this would surely feel his blood boil, becoming completely worked up.
[The way she looks at you is full of allure. Look carefully, she's inviting you!]
Wen Zhixing: "..."
You've got to be kidding me again. This panel of mine is really full of sass.
"Junior Brother Wang..." Hua Yourong spoke again, her voice soft and sweet.
"Go to hell."
Just then, the man in front of her spewed out a curse.
Hua Yourong stiffened, the smile on her face abruptly vanishing.
Cursing me?
"Oh, sorry, I wasn't talking about you," Wen Zhixing said apologetically as he realized his mistake. He quickly pushed her away and stepped back.
Trying to frame me, seduce me?
