If Wen Jiaren knew the consequences of uttering those words, she would definitely have kept silent and muttered them in her heart instead, because before she could finish speaking, an icy gaze had already coldly sliced towards her, making her shiver internally.
Just a glance, and Mu Qian withdrew his gaze, looking back at Kude with an inexplicably hostile look that was far less pleasing than before. Those with earrings are all flirty men, and even a bunch of tattoos couldn't hide his effeminate air. He must be gay.
"Hey, Mu Qian, finally seeing the living here."
As Kude saw Mu Qian, he quickly walked over with a smile, speaking in stumbling Chinese, and stretched his thick, long arms out for a solid hug.
A flash of disgust swept past Mu Qian's eyes as he instantly dodged to one side—definitely gay.
Kude ended up hugging the air, but his posture was not at all awkward, his smile wild and unrestrained. "What, afraid I'm going to murder you? Little Mumu, you're breaking my heart."
