Oh, you stole her panties, and now you're saying you don't like her?
Luo Qiangwei couldn't swallow this anger, reaching out to feel his pants pocket. Mo Shiche's brow furrowed ever so slightly, quickly grabbing her wrist, "Luo Qiangwei."
She smiled sweetly, her cat-like eyes squinting, "Didn't you say you didn't take them? Then why are you afraid of me searching you?"
Mo Shiche's thin lips curved, "Do you want to touch me? I don't mind, I can take off my pants and let you touch to your heart's content."
"..."
This trick worked perfectly, Luo Qiangwei instinctively withdrew her hand, looking at him defensively.
However, before Mo Shiche could turn to leave, the door creaked open and a little head poked in, "Daddy... what are you and Mommy doing?"
With his daughter coming to the rescue, President Mo was naturally delighted. He beckoned, and Little Peach ran over, her chubby cheeks jiggling, her little mouth pouting, "Daddy, hug..."
