Chapter 729 Isn't this called short hair?

The man was tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, while the woman had slightly dark skin, was petite and delicate, and had obvious features of the Chinese. They were both drunk and hugged each other. They must have just come out of a nightclub.

The elevator was a closed space. The unique sweat smell of white people mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume was so strong that it was almost unbearable. Fang Ye, who had a keen sense of smell, frowned, covered his nose gently with his hand, and then deliberately stepped back and stood in the corner. Song Mutica's behavior was similar to his.

After seeing their disgusted looks, the red-haired woman from Lu suddenly became unhappy. She glanced at the two of them with disdain: "You two country bumpkins, why are you covering your noses? Do you think we stink?"

The red-haired woman spoke Lu language, which Fang Ye could not understand at all. However, judging from her arrogant look, she was definitely not saying anything nice.

Song Mutica didn't want to cause trouble, so she held back and didn't say anything. When the red-haired woman saw that the two didn't dare to respond, she became even more aggressive: "Little bitch, I'm asking you a question, why don't you answer, are you trying to be dumb?"

The slightly dizzy white man said with a smell of alcohol: "Baby, why do you care about them?"

"Dear, I saw them covering their noses, they must be dislike us!"

"Dislike what, is it my masculinity?" The white man laughed and turned his eyes to the two people. After seeing Song Mutica's delicate face, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What a beautiful woman, come on, let me kiss you!" The white man suddenly stretched out his hand to him.

The elevator was narrow to begin with, and Song Mutica had no choice but to hide behind Fang Ye, looking as pitiful as a frightened little rabbit.

The white man didn't lose heart after his grasp was in vain. He stretched out his claws towards Fang Ye again. The latter was not used to him and slapped him directly.

Snap!

This was fast and fierce. Even with the anesthetic effect of alcohol, it was still very painful. The white man immediately covered his hand and screamed.

Fang Ye said coldly: "Don't stretch your hands around, or you will get beaten." The

red-haired woman also screamed: "Dear, he beat your hands so hard!"

"Asshole, you dare to hit me?" The white man sobered up seven points of alcohol and cursed at Fang Ye.

Fang Ye snorted coldly, "If you dare to stretch out your hand again, I will kick you, believe it or not?"

"Asshole, I want to duel with you!" The white man was furious and took a fighting stance with his fists, "Whoever loses must give up his woman, do you dare to accept it?"

"Are you drunkards out of your mind? Where did I get a woman?" Fang Ye was a little amused.

"I think you are out of your mind, she is obviously a woman!" the white man said angrily, "So, if you are a man, duel with me, don't be a coward!"

"He is... a woman??" Fang Ye seemed to be struck by lightning, and was suddenly a little burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. He turned around and saw Song Mutica with a shy face. That expression was indeed not something a man could make.

"Wow, no wonder you called me a pervert before, you turned out to be a woman?"

Song Mutica was speechless: "When did I say I was a man? It's obviously your poor eyesight, okay?"

Fang Ye said stubbornly: "What's wrong with my eyesight? It's all your fault for dressing too neutrally and having short hair, like a tomboy!"

The man was tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, while the woman had slightly dark skin, was petite and delicate, and her appearance clearly had the characteristics of the Lu people. They were both drunk and hugged each other. They must have just come out of a nightclub.

The elevator was a closed space. The unique sweat smell of white people mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume was so strong that it was unbearable. Fang Ye, who had a keen sense of smell, frowned, covered his nose gently with his hand, and then deliberately stepped back and stood in the corner. Song Mutica did the same thing.

Seeing their disgusted looks, the red-haired Lu country woman suddenly became unhappy. She glanced at the two of them with disdain: "Two country bumpkins, why are you covering your noses? Do you think we stink?" The

red-haired woman spoke Lu language, which Fang Ye could not understand at all. However, judging from her arrogant look, she was definitely not saying anything good.

Song Mutica didn't want to cause trouble, so she held back and didn't say anything. When the red-haired woman saw that the two didn't dare to respond, she became even more aggressive: "Little bitch, I'm asking you a question, why don't you answer, are you trying to be dumb?"

The slightly dizzy white man said with a smell of alcohol: "Baby, why do you care about them?"

"Dear, I saw them covering their noses, they must be dislike us!"

"Dislike what, is it my masculinity?" The white man laughed and turned his eyes to the two people. After seeing Song Mutica's delicate face, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What a beautiful woman, come on, let me kiss you!" The white man suddenly stretched out his hand to him.

The elevator was narrow to begin with, and Song Mutica had no choice but to hide behind Fang Ye, looking as pitiful as a frightened little rabbit.

The white man didn't lose heart after his grasp was in vain. He stretched out his claws towards Fang Ye again. The latter was not used to him and slapped him directly.

Snap!

This was fast and fierce. Even with the anesthetic effect of alcohol, it was still very painful. The white man immediately covered his hand and screamed.

Fang Ye said coldly: "Don't stretch your hands around, or you will get beaten." The

red-haired woman also screamed: "Dear, he beat your hands so hard!"

"Asshole, you dare to hit me?" The white man sobered up seven points of alcohol and cursed at Fang Ye.

Fang Ye snorted coldly, "If you dare to stretch out your hand again, I will kick you, believe it or not?"

"Asshole, I want to duel with you!" The white man was furious and took a fighting stance with his fists, "Whoever loses must give up his woman, do you dare to accept it?"

"Are you out of your mind, drunkard? Where did I get a woman?" Fang Ye was a little amused.

"I think you are out of your mind, she is obviously a woman!" the white man said angrily, "So, if you are a man, duel with me, don't be a coward!"

"He is... a woman??" Fang Ye seemed to be struck by lightning, and was suddenly a little burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. He turned around and saw Song Mutica with a shy face. That expression was indeed not something a man could make.

"Oh, no wonder you called me a pervert before, you're actually a woman?"

Song Mutica said speechlessly, "When did I ever say I was a man? It's obviously your poor eyesight, okay?"

Fang Ye said stubbornly: "What's wrong with my eyesight? It's all because you dress too neutrally and have short hair, like a tomboy!"

"My hair is not short at all!"

"What a joke, it's just a little longer than mine, it's not called short hair?" Fang Ye was almost laughing.

"Look for yourself!" Song Mutica suddenly reached out and gently pulled the hair behind her head, and a waterfall of hair immediately fell down, directly covering her shoulders, which made Fang Ye completely dumbfounded...