"Sorry, my little temple can't accommodate such a great Buddha. Still want coffee? I'm poor, I don't stock that sort of thing," Wen Wan bluntly refused.
Mo Siluo, however, imprisoned the woman's shoulders, forcibly dragging her towards the staircase, lowering his head close to the woman's ear, slowly exhaling, "That night, we were clearly a good match. A woman whose words don't match her heart, I'll just take that as a compliment."
Initially, Wen Wan didn't react, but once she understood what the man meant, her face instantly reddened in shame and she spat, "Hooligan, shameless!"
Upon reaching her doorstep, Wen Wan didn't unlock the door, instead, she just stared at the man.
"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. Do you want me to do it right here in this corridor...hmm?" Mo Siluo stepped forward with his long legs, pressing the woman against the wall next to the door, lowering his voice.