"So, I'm actually pretty curious, have you ever worn split-crotch pants?"
In Yan Gui's memory, Mo Shangjun had been cool from childhood to adulthood, no one ever mentioned those essential dark histories of kids rolling around in split-crotch pants or wetting the bed...
Although it was like courting death, Yan Gui had also tried very hard to overcome the threat that Mo Shangjun posed.
Mo Shangjun narrowed her eyes, "Are you looking for trouble?"
Yan Gui, who had just steeled his resolve, immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
He took two steps back and smiled sheepishly at Mo Shangjun, "Heh heh, Momo, I'm just joking, just joking... On another note, if I finish training early tonight, can I get a skewer to eat?"
"Sure."
Shedding the cold look in her eyes, Mo Shangjun slid a hand into her pocket and lazily assented.
"Really?"
Yan Gui, who had shifted the topic as a diversion, lit up upon hearing such a firm reply, staring at Mo Shangjun in disbelief.
