"Ah, don't be angry, just listen to me slowly."
Qu Tan'er had been pretending for two years without major gains, but her thick skin had certainly improved. Stepping forward, she slapped Mo Liancheng on the shoulder and with knowledge surpassing his by a thousand years, she spoke in the tone of a teacher, seriously stating, "Chengcheng, you can't describe it as vulgar and indecent. The joy of men and women is human nature and instinct. It's an art that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. What is art? Do you understand? Art is wisdom derived from, yet elevated above life, generally something beautiful."
Then, with a twist in the conversation, her little hand stealthily reached toward his sleeve, "In other words, if it weren't for your mom and dad's indecency, how could they have given birth to you?"
"?!..."
Mo Liancheng's face twitched at her words, not just at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes too!
And, annoyingly, he had no retort!