"How can I not thank you for that, Ye Long? Without you, that guy Du Zhong would have humiliated me. Borrowing money is one thing; this matter is another—they shouldn't be confused. How about this, in appreciation, I'll join you for a sleepover? I'm pretty tender, you know," Meng Shuya said in a soft voice, laying her hand on Ye Long's shoulder and speaking in a seductive tone.
"Err..."
Ye Long's entire face froze, feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, "Is Meng Shuya really being this forward?"
Seeing Ye Long's dazed expression, Meng Shuya covered her mouth and giggled, playfully hitting him, "Little brother, you look so scared; I'm just teasing you. Even if you wanted me to sleep with you, I wouldn't agree. Little brother, I find teasing you quite fun!"
"Sweat..." Ye Long looked at Meng Shuya, his face a mix of embarrassment and shy admiration.
