Zheng Ming smiled, shook his head, and was about to leave, but at that moment, the room resounded with the self-reproaching voice of a young girl: "Mu Waner, where has your courage gone? Your senior brother will be disappointed..."
The gentle tone of self-reproach made Zheng Ming pause for a moment, and just as he was about to listen further, he heard Mischievous Qingluo in his ear, clicking her tongue and saying, "The little sister is ready, Zheng Ming, what are you waiting for?"
"Could it be that you, this guy, have some kind of perversion, and like being passive?"
Hearing the words of Mischievous Qingluo, the flames in Zheng Ming's heart grew even more intense. He glanced at Mu Waner's room and saw the girl sitting on her bed like a docile cat, her demeanor full of conflict.
Zheng Ming guessed that if he were to rush over at this moment, Mu Waner certainly wouldn't refuse, but would that really be right?
