As their eyes met, feeling the somewhat awkward atmosphere around them, Ling Chen asked, "Aren't you thirsty?"
Xia Mutong stared straight into Ling Chen's eyes and retorted slowly, "Ling Chen, are you even a man?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Chen raised an eyebrow. Seeing the challenging look in Xia Mutong's eyes, a wicked fire welled up inside him. Damn! This girl dared to question his manhood. Had she forgotten past lessons? It seemed he needed to teach her a lesson to make her remember.
Before Ling Chen could say anything else, Xia Mutong grasped his arm with a slight force and pulled him directly onto the bed.
The blanket was pulled over, and the room was filled with boundless spring romance.
...
The next day.
Ling Chen woke up from the warm bed, his arm naturally reaching out beside him. But he quickly realized he was alone. Where was she? Ling Chen opened his eyes wide and saw that he was the only one on the bed; Xia Mutong was nowhere to be found.
