Her soft, shallow breathing instinctively suggested a cool, beautiful woman, carrying both the lazy air of someone who had just woken on a pure white bed and the damp exhaustion of someone after passion.
It had to be said, the imagery was vivid enough that the other end of the call fell silent for a second before Meng Lang let out a startled cry!
"Holy—shit!! Little bro, what are you doing!!? Don't tell me you're... soliciting prostitutes and breaking the law!!"
The thought that his hopeless little brother might actually have stepped onto the path of adulthood—this was no longer improvement but a leap of evolution—left him utterly shocked.
"Pah! Breaking my ass! You're the one breaking the law, bro!"
Caught off guard and half a beat slow to react, Fang Ran no longer had the mind for anything else as he loudly refuted him. At a moment like this, if he did not deny it immediately and decisively,
the consequences would be severe.
"Fang Ran, what was that sound just now? Aren't you in the car!?"
Hearing Fang Xiaoran's stern questioning, Fang Ran hurriedly racked his brains and came up with an excuse.
"No! Wait, I'm in the car. That sound was someone who came with me playing a voice prank while I was on the phone. It's absolutely not what you think!"
But as soon as he said that, Ming Ling suddenly raised her tone and asked seductively,
"Oh~ not what, exactly?"
"Absolutely not—"
Realizing it was a trap, he was instantly at a loss for words. Then Meng Lang's gloomy voice smoothly picked up the thread.
"Absolutely not lying in a hotel bed without getting up yet, with some foreign beauty he met who knows where in his arms, too exhausted to even get out of bed."