Mùróng Zhuó, that fellow, was after all a man who had spent twenty years as a single bachelor...
Upon hearing Xiao Yanyan's words, his originally fair face instantly flushed as bright as the backside of a macaque on Mount Emei, glowing so intensely it seemed as though it might drip blood.
The awkward atmosphere wrapped around Mùróng Zhuó and me like an invisible net.
Chapter 84