Still not my match.
He reached out for the bell again.
Mu Qingyue bit her lip lightly, her beautiful eyes slightly trembling as she looked up, hurriedly said pleasingly, "You most..."
"I know you're still incorrigible." Lu Jin'an said flatly, "The effects of the medicine have mostly worn off, you can stop pretending."
"I'm really trying to please you..."
"I'm thinking about what kind of 'mark' would make you look prettier." Lu Jin'an smiled faintly.
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyue's delicate body shivered slightly, her gaze lowered, but she couldn't hide the fatigue and pleading in her eyes, "Don't..."
"I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine." Lu Jin'an's smile grew wider, "I'll crush all your pride and your deceitful schemes!"
"You can't do this... I'm already exhausted, spare me, please..."
Lu Jin'an slapped her, the bell jingled, "Did you just refer to yourself as 'me'?"
"Spare me, Moon... Moon dog..." Her voice grew weaker, as if tired.
