“Well… you were swaying in front of me. With such big movements, how could I not see?”
Can you blame me?” Bin Zhengheng saw Luo Yaling’s terrifying gaze and involuntarily took a step back, afraid she might rush over and hit him.
“Oh? Is that so?” Luo Yaling approached Bin Zhengheng, asking suspiciously, “Why didn’t you just close your eyes? I don’t believe your explanation at all! You clearly wanted to see!”
Poor Bin Zhengheng felt like a little lamb facing a big bad wolf.
“I’ll take responsibility,” he said, hoping for her approval, preferably for a lifetime.
“Responsibility? Hmph! What can a little brat like you do for me? I’m 26 now, and I don’t want to be accused of seducing an underage boy. I need to say goodbye to my virginity soon. As for finding a husband, we’ll talk about that later. I haven’t played enough yet!”
“I’m already 18, an adult. Don’t call me a little brat,” Bin Zhengheng protested, annoyed to be treated as a child.
“Tch! Only 18! You’re still just a little brat. What would I want with a little brat? Though… helping me clean the room wouldn’t be bad.”
Luo Yaling was calculating in her mind. She paused and continued, “As for this morning’s incident? I’ll just treat it like a cat or dog saw me. It’s no big deal. Keeping a pet could be nice. It could help clean the room. But I don’t have money to keep one,” she muttered to herself.
“What’s wrong with eight years? Isn’t sibling love popular now?” Bin Zhengheng’s face changed at Luo Yaling’s words.
If he knew Luo Yaling was just treating him like a pet, he might cough up blood.
“Hey! You’ve only known me for a day! Don’t act like I’m going to abandon you. Or what? Are you falling for me? That won’t do. I don’t want such a young husband. When I’m old and my face is full of wrinkles, you’ll still be handsome. You’ll have dumped me long ago. Would you still want this old lady? I don’t want that. Besides, I don’t even know your name yet,” Luo Yaling said, quickly shutting her mouth to avoid hurting his self-esteem.
