"Dai Mubai, are you serious?"
A warmth stirred in Sister Sanpao's heart, and a hint of softness flickered in her eyes as she looked at Dai Mubai.
She suddenly felt that this Dai Mubai didn't seem so bad after all.
Although his words just now were greasy enough to make one's skin crawl, at least he respected her and didn't treat her like a piece of merchandise.
Something wasn't right!
Ma Hongjun's heart skipped a beat, and his face twisted with annoyance.
He had originally intended to embarrass Dai Mubai and force him to show some respect.
Shouldn't Dai Mubai be backed into a corner right now, tearfully giving up on this "Sister Sanpao"?
What a perfect plan that was!
So why did things turn out like this?
How did he end up being the clown?
With Ma Hongjun's limited mental capacity, he couldn't fathom it at all; he could only glare resentfully at this "God of War."
Dai Mobai cast a provocative glance at Ma Hongjun, his expression as if to say:
Fatty, you think you can trip up a love expert like me? Why don't you go wash up and go to sleep.
Following that, Dai Mobai turned his head back to face Sister Sanpao, the frivolity on his face vanishing instantly as he said earnestly:
"I swear on my honor as the God of War that every word I say and every action I take comes from the bottom of my heart, without a shred of pretense."
Sister Sanpao looked at him, silent for a long time, before finally saying sincerely: "Dai Mubai, thank you, you are a good person."
Am I, Dai Mubai, finally going to get some action again?
Dai Mubai's heart bloomed with joy, but he forced a calm smile onto his face.
How