After getting up and washing up, Wen Ran hadn't even reached the kitchen when she was blocked by Qin Fengsheng.
Looking at the man across from her, who looked like a tower, rubbing his hands together, smiling slyly, with an eager look on his face, Wen Ran's heart skipped a beat.
No, this guy...
She immediately stepped back, cautious, "What do you want? What's with that creepy expression."
"Hehehe," Qin Fengsheng's smile was almost ingratiating, "Sister Wen, can I ask you for a favor?"
To be honest, when others call Wen Ran "Sister Wen," it might be playful or cute.
But when a man like a tower calls her "Sister Wen" in a falsetto voice, it's nothing but intentionally disgusting.
"Wait a minute," Wen Ran covered her mouth, her expression slightly weak, "I haven't had breakfast this morning, and I've digested all the food from last night.
Now, I'm full of sour stomach acid; if you're trying to disgust me, I can only vomit acid."
"No! Not at all!"
