"Who did you say Mo did what?" Ning Yichu asked in confusion, "Don't panic, take it slow."
"I... Last night Young Master Mu drove me to get bandaged, right? I saw some good alcohol in his car and I offered to treat him to supper to thank him. Who knew I would drink too much and then… I threw myself at him, whimpering..." Fan Yuke really wished she could bang her head against a wall, she still couldn't believe that she had taken the initiative to pounce on Mu Bailang!
And Mu Bailang wasn't even the type she liked.
The type she liked was someone gentle, considerate, kind, and magnanimous—like Mr. Mo, a fine young man.
Her first time, and she gave it to a playboy…
She really felt like jumping off a cliff.
Ning Yichu's grip on her phone suddenly tightened, in disbelief.
She had always thought that, as flirtatious as Mu Bailang could be, he wouldn't be reckless; his character shouldn't be a problem but...