"I suddenly feel like I'm at such a loss."
Yan Zao uttered something that seemed nonsensical to Lan Mu.
She flopped onto the sofa, a fruit platter before her, and casually stuffed a piece of fruit into her mouth.
Lan Mu frowned, "How are you at a loss?"
He bent down to sit beside Yan Zao, and after she swallowed the fruit in her mouth, he fed her another piece.
Yan Zao opened her mouth to eat it, chewing as she said, "Because of you, I've never dated any other guys."
Lan Mu glowered, "How many others do you want to date?"
His voice was loud and carried a threat.
Yan Zao replied to Lan Mu without hesitation, "At least ten or eight, I guess."
After saying that, she wondered if ten or eight might be too many.
But normally, shouldn't she have two or three?
Yan Zao was considering whether to adjust the number when she saw the man's face had already turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Are you seeking death!"
