— Little Uncle, why are you ignoring me, it's so heartbreaking (crying face)
The man curled his lips slightly, his fingers tapping on the screen.
— Is something the matter?
The other party replied swiftly— Can't I just greet my dear little uncle without a reason? Come on, admit it, are you thinking about women?
One had to say, the other party got it right.
And the usually abstinent man uncharacteristically admitted— Mhm.
Ning Zijin, who was holding her phone, couldn't believe her eyes and rubbed them, "Fuck, Little Uncle couldn't have been hacked, could he?"
She stared at the cute cartoon monk on the avatar and a scene emerged in her mind: a long night, a handsome man pining for someone under the moonlight, and uncontrollably lifting up his clothes…
This image… damn, why does thinking about it make one's nose bleed?
