"What are you up to?" Nangong Bing glared with her beautiful eyes, her face pale, perhaps from nervousness or excitement.
"Nothing, nothing at all." This guy had a sincere look, yet appeared just like a rogue.
"Then why are you dressed so 'sexy'? Taking selfies alone in the room? Or maybe admiring your physique?" Nangong Bing couldn't figure out why he was dressed like that.
"..."
Damn! Isn't this just me surrendering my weapons so you can take advantage?
I'm doing this for you, trying to be proactive so you can be satisfied. What ******** means, huh? What kind of person do you think I am? Seriously.
Lin Zifeng's forehead was covered in metaphorical black lines, thinking she had really misunderstood him...
But Nangong Bing didn't think so; she wasn't as scheming as Lin Zifeng.
Actually, this guy's physique was pretty impressive. Tsk tsk, that solid chest, those well-defined muscle contours, it really made her heart flutter a little.
