"If you keep looking at me so blatantly, I might think you're in love with me," a cold voice resonates in their ears, laced with an icy, half-mocking tone.
"Pff..." Several people behind Mu Lin are shocked by his 'outrageous' remark, almost choking on their own saliva with their faces turning red, especially a particular young master from the Jing family.
Nonchalantly glancing at the young master, Mu Lin sits down opposite him, cross-legged, propping his head skewedly with his fist and, before the other party can retort, lazily speaks again, "Please don't do that, after all, I have high standards."
Indulging in self-reflection, he then points to a shaking person who is bursting with laughter, "Someone like him might just barely make the cut."
As the words fall, a handsome face suddenly tightens.
Hey, that's not fair! I just laughed a few times, right?
Now it's the turn for everyone to cover their mouths, laughing...with no need to hide it.
Someone is caught off guard.
