"This is a misunderstanding!" Shen Qianshu pushed Ye Ling away with both hands on his chest. The gentle hands on the white shirt were slim and beautiful. Ye Ling's eyes were dark and angry. Anger was intensifying, and he asked, "Is it nice to look at?"
"T-This⦠is clearly a misunderstanding." Shen Qianshu stuttered. "Master, get up. Speak properly. I was clearly intending to watch a proper movie. Who knew such a thing would pop up?"
When Shen Qianshu finished her sentence, her face reddened.
"Shen Qianshu, do you believe that I'll dig out your stupid eyes!" Ye Ling growled. "Which part of the man's body were you staring at? Say it!"
"β¦" Shen Qianshu stared blankly.
"I was blind. Really."
"If you want to see some, I can show you mine. What kind of show were you watching! Are you asking to die? Ugly, blind, and shallow. Staring at a man's private parts. Do you know that's really indecent!"
Shen Qianshu was about to break down.
