"Shui Qinqin, if you have the guts, say that again." Qin Lang smiled, but it made Shui Qinqin feel inexplicably eerie.
Swallowing her saliva, Shui Qinqin daringly asked again, "Uncle, or maybe you're just not up to the task!"
"Shui Qinqin, do you want to give it a try?!" Qin Lang gritted his teeth and spoke each word deliberately.
"Ahem, Uncle, I was just joking, joking, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously! I know, you're great, you're totally capable." Shui Qinqin smiled ingratiatingly. At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten that she should be a heartbroken person.
"Is that so? You're so sure, do you really want to try it? Hmm??" Qin Lang curled up his devilish smile and slowly approached Shui Qinqin, the scent of alcohol subtly lingering in the air, made her shiver uncontrollably.
