Chapter 63: How could I be unclear?
Qiao Ruoxin smiled gently, her slender fingers playing with the man's earlobe, "Mo Chen, brother, your earlobe is so thick, truly a sign of wealth."
The man furrowed his brows, his lips tightly pressed.
His earlobe felt as if it was being gently scratched by the paw of a little kitten, itchy yet comfortable.
"Little Ghost, stop it."
His voice was so hoarse, it had reached an ultimate low.
But Qiao Ruoxin, stirred by mischief, intentionally brought her lips close to Mo Chen's ear and whispered, "The next episode of 'Idol 101' will broadcast my first performance, you must watch it~ I wore a very sexy black dress, and my figure is really good."
Unexpectedly, Mo Chen poured cold water over her enthusiasm.
"You think I'm not aware of your figure? I've experienced it firsthand."
"..."
Her smile gradually faded...
... and a touch of crimson coloured her pale cheeks, her mind involuntarily recalling her first time.
Actually, it was really awkward back then...