Long Chen stared at Wang Meng, silent.
That look made Wang Meng's scalp tingle.
Finally, Wang Meng couldn't help but say, "Alright, alright, a month is a month. As long as you're fine with it, I suppose I won't have a problem either. Just, be gentle, okay?"
"What on earth do you think about all day in that head of yours?"
Long Chen finally spoke up, "I meant you'd be staying here alone, not with me. And for the record, I don't have any designs on you right now, so don't you dare think I'm trying to take your 'first time.'"
"Ah?" Wang Meng was stunned, then asked with flushed cheeks, "You're not planning to bully me?"
"What point would there be in bullying you? A melon forced off the vine isn't sweet."
Long Chen spoke with righteous sternness.
"You're lying," Wang Meng immediately retorted, "Then why did you, that day, in the newly restored hall, make me kneel before you for...for what? Was that my choice? Huh?"
