"Really?" Di Mingchen slowly raised his eyebrows, answering methodically, "First, it was you who invited me to your room, and second, you asked me to sleep with you."
Nangong Ran found himself at a loss for words, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he couldn't help but ask, "Second Brother, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Isn't my intention obvious?" Di Mingchen walked over while casually unbuttoning his shirt.
Nangong Ran immediately grew nervous, almost shrinking into a ball on the sofa, "You, you, you better not mess around."
Di Mingchen walked over, the curve of his lips entrancingly charming, and sat down on the sofa, with his half-unbuttoned shirt revealing itself.
The prominence of his chest muscles, full of power, left no doubt of his regular and substantial physical training and an exceptionally disciplined life.
Nangong Ran's eyes widened as she watched him sit down beside her, utterly confused. What exactly was Second Brother up to?
