Wen Yan's ridiculing voice was laced with disdain.
Mo Yuanxiu squinted and looked at the woman in front of him calmly, appearing frivolous. He elegantly said in his low and charismatic voice, "If I said it was a bed technique, the man beside you would probably vomit blood."
He smirked.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Wen Yun's eyes were practically spitting fire as he glared at him.
Mo Yuanxiu appeared nonchalant under Wen Yun's gaze and calmly asked, "Manman, what do you think?"
But at this point, he was hugging Lu Manman intimately as if they were in an ambiguous relationship.
"Lu Manman, you slut!" Wen Yan looked at the two people opposite her. She could sense her brother's anger and could not help but curse.
Slap! It was a resounding slap.
Mo Yuanxiu smiled.
Of course he did not slap her.
He looked at the evil-doer Lu Manman gently.
Her expression remained calm and composed.
