As Chen Ming's voice fell, the surroundings instantly sank into deathly silence.
"What did you say?"
Lan Mengqin froze for a moment. After coming back to her senses, she thought she had misheard and asked again in disbelief. The other party calmly replied:
"Call me Brother Chen. Hurry up. If you make me happy, I might let you go, you know?"
Chen Ming held the Diamond Sword, a teasing expression on his face. Not long ago, she had threatened him in exactly the same way. This was merely returning the favor.
"Th-That's it?"
Hearing that answer again, she was completely dumbfounded. So he had taken her worn shoes and socks, as well as her weapon, then carried her onto this soft sofa... just to make her call him brother?
"What else would it be?"
Her "that's it?" left him confused, but he could tell without thinking that her mind had been filled with something improper. He looked at her with amused disbelief.
"You! I'll fight you!"
Realizing she had been played, Lan Mengqin's face immediately flushed red. Like a startled little white cat with its fur standing on end, she sprang off the sofa and pounced on him.
Chen Ming immediately reached out, afraid she would fall to the floor, and caught her in his arms. Lan Mengqin's legs clamped around his sides like a koala.
Then she clenched her hands into fists, her soft, powerless punches continuously raining down on Chen Ming's head.
Because Lan Mengqin had jumped quite high, her legs ended up hooked around Chen Ming's armpits. Chen Ming's hands were also supporting her pert, springy little butt.
At the same time, her little buds pressed directly against his face, and a milky fragrance washed over him. Both his hands were holding her little butt, so he