Ji Muhan glanced at her slightly aroused penis, took a deep breath, and pressed her temples with a headache. "..."
He felt that the girl was born to torment him.
"Okay, I'll send you my photos later,"
Mo Qing used Ji Muhan's WeChat ID to search for her own WeChat ID, added her as a friend, and then accepted the request using her own phone.
Can you imagine a very pretty and cute girl, holding a phone in one hand, playing with it by herself, her face beaming with joy, looking so happy she could practically jump up and down? It's so hilarious!
Ji Muhan rested her right hand on the armrest beside her, watching her busy herself.
Her head looked like that of a well-behaved, obedient girl being disciplined, provided you ignored the fact that her fingers were constantly jumping across the screen…
A barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips, and a hint of doting affection lingered in his eyes.
"Hanhan, you've been peeking at me the whole time." Mo Qing suddenly looked up, and Ji Muhan, caught off guard, was caught red-handed. She immediately put on a "I've caught you" look and looked at him with a very ambiguous gaze.
"Oh." Ji Muhan looked back at her calmly, and said confidently, "I wasn't peeking, I was looking openly and honestly."
This made Mo Qing extremely happy.
She immediately dropped both phones, skipped over to his side, wrapped her arms around his neck, and affectionately nuzzled against his chest.
"Yes, it's perfectly perfectly legitimate for my Hanhan to want to see it. Anyway, I'm completely yours now."
Ji Muhan, “…”
All his previous thoughts were illusions; how could such a fairy possibly be docile...?
"Hanhan, were you looking at me like that because you thought I was exceptionally beautiful and you were momentarily mesmerized?"
Ji Muhan, “…” Where’s your face?
"If you really enjoy watching me so much, would you like me to video chat with you every time to ease your longing?"
Ji Muhan paused for a moment, then slowly said, "...No need."
Mo Qing was very unhappy and poked his chest, saying, "Can't you make me happy even a little bit?"
Ji Muhan, “…”
He didn’t think she was ever unhappy.
Mo Qing didn't mind his coldness and continued talking to herself with great interest.
"Hanhan, you must never say those three words again. You can't, you don't need to."
"If you really can't find the words, I'll teach you."
Ji Muhan silently raised an eyebrow.
He rarely asked, "What?"
Mo Qing smiled brightly, like a blooming flower, and winked mischievously, "So beautiful, I like it, or so pretty."
Ji Muhan, “…” This is really shameless. I’ve seen narcissistic people, but I’ve never seen anyone this narcissistic…
He curled his lips into a smile. "Is there a third option?"
Mo Qing looked at him domineeringly and rejected his question without hesitation, "No, there is no choice, Hanhan. You never replied to my messages before, but you must reply to my messages from now on."
Ji Muhan looked at her amusedly, "You really are..."
Mo Qing heard his hesitant words and knew that what followed was definitely not a nice thing. She proudly raised her chin, looking like a domineering tyrant who was tough at home.
It was as if she was silently asking him, "Do you have any other opinions?"
Ji Muhan couldn't help but smile, a slight pout appearing on her lips.
Mo Qing was taken aback. He rarely laughed so heartily. Although it was just a slight smile, it was clearly much deeper than his usual almost imperceptible smile.
Such a captivating smile is the kind that easily mesmerizes the viewer.
He looks so beautiful; his smile is like a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.
Ji Muhan slowly uttered three words, "Overlord".
To everyone's surprise, the girl felt no shame at all; instead, she laughed heartily.
"That's right. When I was young, no one dared to mess with me, whether at home or at my maternal grandmother's house. If anyone made me cry, no matter who it was, even my third brother would be punished."
The sound was so cheerful!
Ji Muhan remained calm and composed. "No wonder..."
"What?" Mo Qing blinked.
He asked, "Do you know what you just looked like?"
"What?" Mo Qing looked at him innocently.
"Bandit leader."
Upon hearing those four words, Mo Qing involuntarily conjured up a scene in her mind: hands on her hips, shouting at the passing scholar: "This road is mine, this tree is mine, if you want to pass, leave it to me!"
"Pfft,"
He had no idea which of his four words had tickled her funny bone, making the girl laugh so hard she was shaking uncontrollably, clinging to his chest, her shoulders trembling. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought she was crying!
"What's so funny?"
"No, I just felt that if you and I were a bandit leader, then you would definitely be my wife... cough cough, no, I mean my husband."
When Ji Muhan heard her soft, sweet voice pronounce the four words "bandit chief" clearly and distinctly, the lust he had suppressed surged within him once more.
Unfortunately, the girl was completely unaware of her own behavior and acted with utter recklessness.
"Husband?"
"Husband?"
When he didn't respond to her calls, Mo Qing reached out her paw again and poked his waist, calling out, "Husband?"
Ji Muhan helplessly grabbed her restless hand. The girl was too lively and mischievous. "...Are you going to eat something or not? Aren't you hungry?"
Mo Qing, who is a foodie, was immediately distracted by Ji Muhan and excitedly moved around a couple of times, saying, "Eat, I want to eat steamed buns."
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