Mo Jiao froze for a moment, then asked with a hint of surprise: "Who told you that?"
"Just… heard about it." Xiao Jinsheng murmured softly, turning her head to avoid Mo Jiao's dark purple gaze.
"So is it true or not?" Xiao Jinsheng's voice trembled, as she nudged Mo Jiao with her knee.
"Why don't you try it yourself and find out?" Mo Jiao smiled with meaning.
At the same time, he leaned closer, gently sweeping aside the long hair sticking to Xiao Jinsheng's chest.
Xiao Jinsheng was lying on the bed, already cornered with no way out.
She had too many curiosities about whether Mo Jiao was type two, not type one, a secret belonging to snake Beastmen.
The heavier her curiosity, the bolder she became.
Mo Jiao, however, directly proved with his actions that he was indeed type two, not type one.
The following morning, Xiao Jinsheng buried herself under the blanket and refused to get up.
From now on, she would never boast online again.
