The Mysterious Substance in the Heavenly Materials Sword
Éditeur: Henyee Translations
After they finished dinner, the two brothers went upstairs. Wang Ming flopped backward onto Wang Ling's bed and rolled around.
The corners of his mouth twitching, Wang Ling looked at Wang Ming with his hands on his waist, feeling a little helpless. Bed Immortal and Pillow Immortal were more open to Wang Ming than to Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal since this guy had often slept on the same bed with Wang Ling when he had come over to play as a kid, so now they had already acknowledged Wang Ming as their second master.
Sometimes, Wang Ling was really afraid of people who were the most shameless, and Wang Ming was a good example — not only was he an idiot, he was also quite shameless. The worst thing about it was that he wasn't aware of it.
Wang Ming sat on his bed and looked at Wang Ling with an amused face. "You know what?"
Wang Ling: "???"
Wang Ming: "I like when you look angry and helpless like this."
"…" Wang Ling's face swiftly darkened.