The next day
When Luo Linhao saw Mu Shaoling coming downstairs with panda eyes, he found it hard to ignore his mocking gaze.
Seeing that Dongyang hadn't come down yet, Luo Linhao chuckled and said, "Brother Shaoling, looks like you had a passionate night and didn't sleep well, huh?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Shaoling's chopsticks snapped onto the table with a clatter.
He didn't even finish his meal, just left the inn directly.
"What's wrong with him?" Mu Shaofeng asked.
"Hmph, what can it be? Look how dark his face is, clearly frustrated desires, just like my cousin," Luo Linhao devoured a steamed bun before continuing, "Although Brother Shaoling may not be tender towards women, at least he is a gentleman. Even if he had burning desires, he wouldn't do anything with a beauty in his arms. But after all, he's a man, oh how he must suffer."
Dongyang had just come downstairs and happened to overhear this conversation, her cheeks flushed. So it really was because of that.
