At least she couldn't do that, because that wouldn't be simple liking.

"..." Qi Benyu was choked again.

Shen Shaolin stood aside watching the show, finding it amusing as Qi Benyu continued to court death, but he did not stop him.

He probably still doesn't know that Ji Muhan's unusually serious playing today was all for the purpose of unilaterally tormenting him!

However, given Qi Benyu's single-celled nature, he couldn't possibly think of that yet, so he didn't bother to remind him.

Life is so boring, I need to find things to do to pass the time so it will go by faster...

"I'm not talking to you guys anymore, I'm going to the restroom first." Mo Xiaoqing stood up and jumped down from the third row of the audience seats.

Shen Shaolin watched her nimble and graceful movements, raising an eyebrow without making a sound.

I couldn't help but whistle in my heart; the little girl was agile, clearly she had practiced.

The instructors at most Taekwondo gyms in Beijing are probably only third-rate, so even if the young girl has learned a few moves, it won't be of much use...

"Huh?" Qi Benyu looked around the corner where Mo Xiaoqing had disappeared, puzzled. "Didn't she need to use the restroom? But isn't there only a changing room over there?"

Shen Shaolin rested his chin on his hand, his expression meaningful, and smiled without saying a word.

It must be said that Shen Shaolin's intuition was quite accurate in some matters; Mo Xiaoqing came in to admire Ji Muhan's naked body.

Last time, she was so frightened that she didn't even get a second glance at Ji Muhan, and Mo Xiaoqing still feels deep regret about it to this day.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy; please do not reproduce it!