Never before had anyone dared to speak to him in such a tone, teasing him. Over there, Murong Jun was laughing leisurely.
"I think it would be best if we get out quickly. Otherwise, I'm afraid if we stay too long, I might not control my thoughts..." Murong Jun continued laughing sinisterly. Of course, he hadn't finished speaking when the other party couldn't endure any longer.
"You're such a rare animal, you know that?" Qiao Junlie cursed, his tone filled with anger and a thick scent of gunpowder. He continued cursing, "Want a hug? Go back and hug your mom!" He added, "Stop grossing me out here!"
Unexpectedly, the other party wasn't angry but instead showed more interest upon hearing this.
"My esteemed Young Master, are you upset again? I'm just foul-mouthed, that's all. We've known each other for so long; you should understand!" Murong Jun laughed.
"I think you're... not just foul-mouthed, you're born foul all over!" Qiao Junlie sneered sarcastically.
Right away.
