"Uh... you all..."
Tang Song looked at the three figures before him, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Liu Qingning and Zhang Yan several times, his mind almost failing to keep up. He had never mentioned his female deskmate to White Moonlight.
It wasn't that he didn't want to. He just didn't know how to say it.
Because he knew very well what Liu Qingning cared about most.
But now...
The two of them were standing right in front of him.
Standing together, and seemingly in perfect harmony?
What was going on?
"Pfft."
Wen Ruan was the first to lose it, laughing so hard she trembled like a flower branch, the large E-cups before her chest rising and falling violently with it.
"Weren't you shouting about spanking someone? Why are you mute now?" She tossed Tang Song a devastatingly flirtatious wink and teased, "Come on, Tang Song, don't be shy. Spank whoever you want. We promise we won't stop you. We'll just treat it as... mm, watching a live broadcast."
Liu Qingning's face instantly turned red, and she reached out to smack her. "If he's going to spank anyone, it should be the one with the biggest, perkiest butt!"
Wen Ruan raised a brow and said seductively, "Little Qingning, you don't understand this, do you? Actually, the more pure and cute someone looks, the more interesting it is to spank them... the stronger the contrast... smack, smack, smack—right, Mr. Tang?"
"Y-you're talking nonsense!" Liu Qingning stomped her feet in embarrassment.
Zhang Yan stood off to the side, feeling as if her whole body were about to burn up.
She didn't know where she should look, where she should put her hands, or what expression she should make.
In her eyes, Wen Ruan had always been that powerful, gentle, reliable