"Do you now see what I wanted to do?" After a long while, Leng Chenmo asked Tang Zhou, forehead to forehead, and dizzy-looking.
Bloody hell... what the fuck... oh my god...
A slew of swear words exploded in Tang Zhou's head, but all got stuck at his throat. Several seconds later, he blurted out, turning crimson in the face, "Why are your skills so poor?"
Leng Chenmo: "..."
Surely the one with poor skills wasn't her? She didn't know what to do the whole time, adorably aloof!
Tang Zhou pushed Leng Chenmo away abruptly, strode to the door, swung it open, and ran off like his life depended on it. Damn it! He was so embarrassed, he didn't even know how to respond just now. He's been eating rice for over twenty years, and he's never been this embarrassed, even at his grandmother's house!
Tang Zhou raced to Tian Gong Barbecue, ordered a lot of food frantically to soothe his racing heart, his breathing remained messed up for a long time.