Mu Liang was shamelessly flirting.
Qiao Xia was furious, she should never compete in thick-skinnedness with him.
Dream guy, your image has crumbled again.
Qiao Xia was kissed by him into a daze, she bit his lips, Mu Liang winced in pain, Qiao Xia rolled on the bed, pulling the blanket to wrap herself up, glaring at Mu Liang, "Not tonight."
"Honey, I really hurt." Qiao Xia grabbed the blanket, blinking cutely, although Mu Liang had applied some ointment, she still felt uncomfortable, seriously protesting.
Mu Liang pounced over, his hands grasping her waist, even wrapped in the blanket, her waist was still so slim, Mu Liang pressed his nose against hers, affectionately nuzzling and gently pecking her.
Qiao Xia, "..."
She pulled the blanket over her face, Mu Liang tugged it down, "Don't forget, I delivered Dudu; what's there to be shy about."
"Don't say it!" She didn't want to recall that scene.
Such an ugly posture, such an ugly state, all seen clearly by him.
