Yun Shu patted her chest in fright, a look of disgust furrowing her brows, "What the hell is this? It's too disgusting."
Yun Shen looked at the screen where a skull with its pair of vacant black eye sockets stared silently back at him as if it was a vortex, easily sucking people in.
Yun Shen's thin lips hooked slightly, "Stop playing these little tricks in front of me, it's like showing off one's slight skill before an expert."
Suddenly, the skull vanished, and the screen was replaced with adult-only, explosive images, accompanied by the shameful symphony of "mmms" and "aahs" that made Yun Shen's face suddenly turn dark.
Yun Shu's face stiffened. After all, this was happening in front of her son, and she felt quite embarrassed, so she turned her head away, cursing inwardly.
Yun Shen's brows furrowed tightly. Although the sounds were like devilish whispers to his ears and he himself was unaffected, the key point was that his mother was still there—how embarrassing.
