1842. I know you're jealous!
Jerk!
Did she just meet a thug?
Lin Guanguan's face darkened.
She turned around smoothly and swung a slap backwards.
But before the slap could land on the face, someone grabbed her wrist.
"Bast…"
Before Lin Guanguan could finish her curse, she suddenly saw a handsome face magnified in front of her.
"You... how did you get in?"
The man taking advantage of her was none other than Mu Shaojing, who had sneaked in unnoticed.
At this moment, he held Lin Guanguan's hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it lightly, "Were you scared?"
Hearing his deep, elegant voice like a cello, Lin Guanguan's ears turned a little red, but she didn't withdraw her hand: "Why don't you change clothes here, and I'll try being the thug behind you?"
"Are you sure? I don't mind!"
Mu Shaojing spoke with a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You're impossible!"
