His hand really reached out and pinched the girl's cheek as he said through gritted teeth, "You dumb clutz, why do I feel like you're insulting me?"
He tilted his head, laughing.
The girl's glowing, plump cheeks changed colors with the big screen, perfectly matching her lively vivacity.
Wen Jing burst into laughter, "You actually caught me."
It seemed she had also become accustomed to Zhou Sicheng calling her a dumb clutz.
The chorus part of the song came again, and Wen Jing sang into the microphone, "Oh, what kind of man are you, what kind of man..."
She was even singing it to Zhou Sicheng.
Zhou Sicheng scowled, looking at the dozen or so unopened bottles of beer on the coffee table, which had been delivered after Lan Mu arrived because they were afraid they would run out of wine.
A sly glint flashed in his eyes as he stepped forward to open two bottles, holding two beers in one hand and a microphone in the other, approaching Wen Jing.
