Shen Anlingzi wanted to cry but dared not, she said pitifully, "I was always a bit brainless."
Those words nearly made Mu Ri spit blood with anger.
He stared at her coldly, smoking, and after a long moment, blew a smoke ring, snorted with a laugh, and approached Shen Anlingzi, "You realize that, which means there's still hope for you!"
Shen Anlingzi fell silent, only blinking her apricot eyes, staring at Mu Ri.
After a long rant, Mu Ri's temper cooled, he poured himself the last half of his drink, and strolled over to the couch in the living room. He set down his drink, crossed his legs in an Eralang style, placed one hand on his thigh, the other on the couch's armrest, exuding the leisure and confidence of a winner, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
He cocked his head, unabashedly sweeping his gaze over Shen Anlingzi, who suddenly felt the air grow heavy, as if she couldn't breathe.
She shook her head, "No."