Jing Yiran didn't feel uncomfortable being stared at by Mu Qing and Zhao Anan like they were looking at an alien. He raised his eyebrows and smiled. He winked at Mu Qing and said, "What's wrong, senior brother?"
He dragged out the last syllable in a coquettish way, which made Mu Qing shiver.
Jing Yiran looked extremely handsome even in his white coat and black-rimmed glasses. No clothes could hide his dazzling brilliance.
He put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and walked toward Mu Qing.
"Senior brother, why do you keep staring at me? Don't you recognize your Junior Brother after going to Germany? Or ... Are you like my little luoluo, who has been charmed by me and wants to spend the night with me?"
Mu Qing almost vomited blood.
What the hell was this?
Who was little luoluo?
Spend a good night together?
Are you sure it's not to take my life?
