Wen Wan followed the man's gaze and looked down at her own slightly heaving chest, her pretty face flushing red.
Hooligan!
Wen Wan bit her lower lip and turned her head, imagining the male god acting like a rogue with a serious face, and she suddenly burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing about?" Mo Siluo had been paying attention to the woman's reactions and found her cuter than he had imagined.
Wen Wan immediately shook her head. Subconsciously, she extended her index finger to her lips and gently bit it. The male god clearly had a face of abstinence. Fantasizing about him felt like desecrating a deity, shameful, utterly shameful!
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