Looking at Diwu Ming's seductive eyes, Yang Fan wanted to take the gamble on that seventy percent probability.
But thinking of the temperamental nature of these women and their two-faced style, he silently dismissed the idea.
Forget it, let her keep fishing.
Maybe this woman is just enjoying the fishing process, and if he really took the bait, she might just turn on him.
Though the odds of getting snubbed were not high, what if things didn't work out? Wouldn't that be awkward to death?
"I can hold out a bit longer," Yang Fan said with an indifferent expression.
He forcefully disguised himself as if his mind was as still as water.
Diwu Ming's red lips parted slightly, and she chuckled, "Little brother, are you really that timid? Or do you want your sister to tempt you some more, to lure out that worm of desire from your belly?"
"No, I'm really not in the mood to see it today!" Yang Fan immediately waved his hand and said.