"Brother Xiaoming... why are you keeping a weapon in your room in the middle of the night?"
Yang Ying did not answer Chen Ming's question. Instead, as she collapsed onto the bed, she wrapped an arm around Chen Ming's neck. Once they both tumbled down together, her hand instinctively rested on his ear, cradling his face as she asked with a look of intense seriousness.
*Heh.*
*You caught me.*
*Who says a single rhyme isn't a rhyme?*
*Who says Chen Ming isn't 'Ming'?*
Chapter 96