Long Ming almost spat out his wine when he heard Qiu Ruoyou.
" Miss Qiu, I beg your pardon?" Long Ming stammered as he looked at Qiu Ruoyou with an eye of disbelief.
" No need to look at me like that, Young Master Long." Qiu Ruoyou smiled lightly. " I know what I am saying and I am not joking either."
" Well…???"
Long Ming had many things running in his mind, but he couldn't make anything out of them. However, taking a deep breath, his expression returned to the usual calmness as he looked at Qiu Ruoyou.
" Spending a night with a beautiful flower like you is a dream of countless men, Miss Qiu."
" However, I think this scholar is unworthy of such privilege." Long Ming refused straightforwardly.
After all, no matter how horny he is always, Long Ming hasn't reached a point where he thinks with his dick only.
