Chapter 73 - Intertwined Tongues? (1/2)

She shook her head, ”You've already given me special access cards to your jet. It's more than enough. I don't want to take advantage of you.”

When he did not say anything, she continued, ”I'll sleep on the couch. You can sleep in the bedroom.”

”I'm sleeping on the couch.”

She frowned, ”No. It's your place. Although your friend, I am still a guest. You don't need to be so formal.”

The woman patted his shoulder before walking towards the couch.

He glanced at the bottle of mango juice in his hand. As he drank a gulp of it, it left a foul taste in his mouth.

Frowning, he placed it on the kitchen counter. He threw the car keys in the dustbin before walking towards the Master bedroom.

'Bang'

Yu Mei was startled by the loud noise. She blinked. Couldn't he close the door a bit slowly?

She closed her eyes. Just as she was dozing off after a few minutes, the bedroom door was once again slammed again.

She almost slipped off the couch by the loud noise.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up on the couch only to find the man walking towards the main door. He was dressed in an expensive black suit with his hormones oozing out of here and there.

She opened her mouth to ask him where he was going.

'Bang' The main door was slammed hard again.

She flinched. Patting her chest, she glanced at the closed door. What's up with these door slams?

She even sacrificed the bed because his long legs would not fit on the couch. Shouldn't he be touched? Then, why is he so cold to her?

She gritted her teeth.

Which legend said that women are complicated? Can someone tell her their address? She was going to drag them here to meet this moody and cranky man.

Maybe they will change their statement after meeting this 'unique product piece'.

”Whatever…Men are out of my comprehension level. I'll just sleep,” Since Shi Luo has gotten her the membership card, she had to join the gym from tomorrow onwards.

In the private room of Infinity nightclub.

”Why are you looking like this?” Mu Shen leaned back on the couch as he observed the man sitting on the throne chair with a few dark clouds hovering above his head. Who provoked him this time?

Jun Zixuan did not pay attention to him.

Mu Shen sighed, ''Xuan, I came here sacrificing my orgasm for you. Can you do me the honor and let me know what's exactly bothering you?”

A vein on his forehead throbbed.

”You…” Jun Zixuan pursed his lips for a moment before looking at the man, ”What do you think about lips?”

Mu Shen raised his finger to touch his lips, ”You're talking about this?” he asked doubtfully.

The man nodded.

”Mine is gorgeous and yours….” Mu Shen paused, observing the man's lips from every angle, ”Hmm...Average… Yours are passable.”