Liu Bingrui had long noticed that Zhang Xiaomeng's gaze was not quite appropriate; on one hand, she silently fumed at Zhang Xiaomeng for being such a pervert.
At the same time, she took pride in her own charm.
But soon she noticed the enormous tent erected under Zhang Xiaomeng's crotch, and instantly, Liu Bingrui's face flushed crimson.
"You filthy hooligan, how can you be so indecent?"
"Eh, this is just healthiness, it has nothing to do with being indecent."
Zhang Xiaomeng, having been caught in an awkward situation, slightly bent over with embarrassment, but the large tent in his trousers remained conspicuously visible.
"Nonsense, you jerk, thinking of such shameless things in broad daylight."
"Humph, such a filthy hooligan. I must tell my sister about this, to keep her away from a big bad guy like you."
Watching Zhang Xiaomeng paying tribute to her with his "raised gun," Liu Bingrui said with a blushing face.
