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While speaking, Liu Mengyu reached out to grab the top of Chen Bin's sweatpants, intent on pulling them down.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

But just then, Chen Bin suddenly heard a series of footsteps and immediately stepped back.

Following the footsteps, Chen Bin looked up and saw under a streetlight about twenty meters away, a man so drunk he was staggering, heading their way.

"Mmm-hmm!" Seeing this, Liu Mengyu let out an annoyed hum and immediately looked in the direction Chen Bin was gazing at; however, Liu Mengyu didn't seem to care, instead she spoke to Wen Xinyue beneath her, "Dirty dog...dirty dog, does your mistress...does your mistress taste good?"

"Whimper whimper whimper!"

Wen Xinyue, being ridden by Liu Mengyu, couldn't utter a complete sentence and could only make vague whimpering noises.

It seemed like Wen Xinyue wanted to say it tasted good.