In Moran Laboratory, Yang Fei lay leisurely on the recliner, staring unblinkingly at Moran dressed in a white lab coat.
Moran had her back to Yang Fei and was cleaning some glassware.
Moran walked over to Yang Fei with a sly demon-like look in her eyes.
"Fatty, should we discuss something?"
Listening to Moran's soft voice, based on the time Yang Fei spent with Moran, he knew this little vixen was about to make a big move.
Only at times like this would she act this way.
Yang Fei exerted great effort to control his wild thoughts.
"What's the matter?"
Moran reached out and turned Yang Fei's head towards her, teasingly looking at him.
"Fatty, why are you avoiding me? Am I not good-looking?"
Yang Fei nodded vigorously but then turned his head away, refusing to look at Moran's face.
Moran sighed softly: "Fatty, do you not like me?"
Listening to her gentle tone, Yang Fei couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head to look at Moran.
