38. Date

Mr. Lu leaned back in his chair, unable to help but let out a laugh.

This taste was just too right.

The reply from the senior sister was exactly like the countless little sisters he had meticulously coached in his past life.

He could even imagine the expression on the face of Mou Keyan at the other end of the screen.

The same watery eyes, the same charming allure, the same shy tone and naively cute demeanor; if this WeChat message were sent to an ordinary boy, it would effortlessly flutter straight into their heart.

A textbook release of availability, like a group of little people holding hands and dancing on the tip of one's heart; this unbearable itchiness would push people to keep getting more hooked.

Directly fishing someone in until they're completely hooked!

Unfortunately, the person on the other end was Mr. Lu, the Mr. Lu whose mere foot-stamping could make the whole pleasure house tremble three times.