Although she had long guessed that Zhang Xiaomeng would make such a rogue comment, Murong Fenghua's heart still panicked when she read the message.
A blush appeared on that beautiful face as if it were a painting, and she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her rapidly beating chest.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, stop talking like that, you're my cousin's boyfriend, we shouldn't be doing those kinds of things."
"Xiaomeng, I can consider you a friend, but we must not make the same mistake again."
Biting her moist lower lip, Murong Fenghua's heart was in extreme disarray, but out of feminine modesty, she still said these words.
"I'm in the city right now, I'll be at your place in twenty minutes."
Zhang Xiaomeng said dominantly, completely ignoring Murong Fenghua's words.
"Why can't you understand simple human language, and be unreasonable?"
Seeing Zhang Xiaomeng say this, Murong Fenghua immediately became tense.
