"No? I saw her speaking so confidently and even swallowing two bottles of shampoo. If it wasn't you, who would do such a thing to themselves?" Mu Xingfeng had no intention of letting her go.
These past few days, he had discovered that teasing this little girl was getting more fun, because in the end, there were always benefits for him.
"How could you believe someone whose brain is cooked?" An Ran stiffened her neck, firmly denying, turning to meet Mu Xingfeng's eyes filled with tender affection.
"Ranran, is it so hard to admit you like me?"
The deep whisper by her ear, so much like the murmurs between lovers long separated, his rich voice like a cello, carried a certain magic, along with a hint of pain.
"Instructor Mu~~"
An Ran admitted, she was bewitched, in this deep night, as if the enchanting Instructor Mu had bewitched her.
The pain in his eyes, and his murmured words, all bewitched her, accused her, made her heart tremble along.
