Ou Zun really wanted to punch her!
Can't she come up with a different routine?
It's so unoriginal!
He could already guess the outcome.
Ou Zun ignored her.
With the experience from last time, he definitely would not be fooled again this time.
However, a drunk Mù Qiānxún belonged to the type who would not give up until she got her way; not following her script, she suddenly didn't know how to continue acting.
Then she stretched out her hand and started to tear off the T-shirt she was wearing.
A large expanse of snowy white skin was exposed on her shoulder.
She said in a pleasing tone, "Brother Ou Zun, if you say you like me, I'll show you my flesh."
Ou Zun almost had a nosebleed. Alright, he retracted his previous comment about her lack of innovation—she was indeed too innovative.
Now, as long as he saw her skin, his temptation, he couldn't resist!
And then, Ou Zun obediently fell into the trap.
"Mmm…I really like you."
