Mo Guo felt a bit down, but consoled herself by thinking he must have been too busy with recent show recordings to spare any time.
In reality, at that very moment, Wu Moxuan was in a hotel suite
getting cozy with a female fan.
"Brother, your phone is ringing; it seems to be a message on WeChat."
"It's fine, don't worry about it."
The girl had a great figure, large breasts, but a face full of fillers, resembling a bit too much that of a snake spirit.
"Are you sure we shouldn't check? It's not your girlfriend, is it?"
"What girlfriend? I'm not in a relationship... I'm single... If you like, why don't you become my girlfriend?"
Wu Moxuan then lowered his head
The woman giggled nonstop, "You naughty boy, I was born in '98, just turned 19 this year. Aren't I too young to be your girlfriend?"
Wu Moxuan smirked, "Not too young, as long as the important parts are big enough."
Then they covered themselves with the quilt and continued...
