Mo Xing looked a bit weathered, his eyes weary, with a flickering flame of anger dancing within them.
Ye Ling and Ye Wudao were taken aback, "Huh? How did this guy change so much after just one night out?"
"Hehe, hey Mo Xing, I bet you had the time of your life last night, huh? Those long legs, comfortable, weren't they?"
Ye Wudao walked over to Mo Xing with a chuckle, slinging an arm around his shoulder in a brotherly fashion, while Mo Xing just looked up irritably and glanced at him, saying nothing before walking back into the room to sit alone on the bed, lost in thought.
"Damn, what's up with him? He was so excited when he left," Ye Wudao said, utterly puzzled.
Ye Ling just smirked and whispered into Ye Wudao's ear, "Do you believe he definitely got played last night, Buddha jumping over the wall style, do you believe that?"
