As Chen Ming's words fell, the surroundings instantly sank into deathly silence.
"What did you say?"
Lan Mengqin froze for a moment. When she came 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—make me happy, and maybe I'll let you go?"
Chen Ming held the Diamond Sword, a teasing expression on his face. Not long ago, she had threatened him in exactly the same way. He 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?"
Her "that's it?" left him confused. But anyone could guess that her mind had clearly been full of something improper, and he looked at her with amused disbelief.
"You! I'll fight you!"
Realizing she had been toyed with, Lan Mengqin's face immediately flushed red. Like a little white cat with its fur standing on end, she sprang off the sofa and pounced at him.
Chen Ming immediately reached out, afraid that she might fall to the floor, and caught her in his arms. Lan Mengqin's legs clamped around his sides like a koala.
Then, with both hands curled into fists, she repeatedly rained soft, powerless blows onto Chen Ming's head.
Because Lan Mengqin had jumped rather high, her legs were caught directly beneath Chen Ming's arms. Chen Ming's hands were also holding her perky, springy little butt.
At the same time, his face was smothered by her little bamboo shoots, and a milky fragrance rushed over him. Both his hands were supporting her butt, so he could not struggle even if he