Ling Sheng could clearly see that the man's ears were all red. She knew that her plan had succeeded, so she was pleased. She pulled on her down jacket and refused to let go. Her eyes curved as she smiled, and her voice was sweet and seductive. "Then, tell me if I look good."
How innocent!
Why did the Third Master's ears redden every time he got shy?
Perhaps Ji Xing, whose head was full of pornographic trash, was right. He might really need some stimulation.
Jun Shiyan let out a low cough and only felt like his blood was boiling for a moment. All of it gathered above his head with an explosion. When he saw the young lady clutching the down jacket stubbornly, his voice softened as he coaxed her. "Sheng Sheng, be good. Put on your clothes."