"We… are trapped here, aren't we?"
At the dinner table, while saying those words, Zhou Mumu boringly flipped over a fish with pearl-like color with chopsticks. However, before she could flip it over the second time, Wang Lu had already reached out and pushed away the chopsticks.
"Why are you flipping over the food for everyone with your chopsticks? Are you showing off the moral culture technique of Kunlun Sect called fragrant saliva? That's so disgusting!"
Actually, Zhou Mumu's action was driven by unconscious thoughts. Hearing such words from Wang Lu, Zhou Mumu immediately turned red and slapped her chopsticks on the table. "I'm going to fast, are you happy now?"
Fortunately, Wang Lu's noisiness calmed down the restlessness in the girl's heart a bit.
"So…" Zhou Mumu opened her mouth again, "What's next?"
