"Young Uncle," Xing Shu called out. She had no intention of getting into the car; she was not in the mood tonight.
Cheng Lang fiddled with the Buddhist bracelet on his wrist and said indifferently, "Come on."
"I'm not getting in. If I get in—with Young Uncle's stamina—I won't be able to walk." Xing Shu deadpanned as she hugged the box. She wanted to create a promiscuous persona in front of Cheng Lang. Other than in bed, it was best if they did not have any other entanglements. Otherwise, she was worried that she would fall for him one day. Cheng Xingyang alone was exhausting enough; Cheng Lang was obviously deadlier than Cheng Xingyang. Anyway, Cheng Lang did not ask her if it was her first time during their dalliance—it could only mean that he did not care about this. They were both adults; there were some things that did not need to be said too clearly.
