"Fu Nancheng, give it back to me!" Seeing the half-unfurled piece of paper, Qiao Mo was a little anxious.
Noticing the blush on her face, he grew even more curious.
He looked over, seeing a pair of trousers and leather shoes, but from the lower half of the paper, there wasn't anything particularly remarkable.
Qiao Mo tried to get up and grab it, but he quickly switched the paper to the other hand.
"Give it to me now!"
"Give me a kiss," Fu Nancheng said, seizing the opportunity.
Qiao Mo's face turned an even deeper shade of red, glaring fiercely at the man in front of her.
He raised an eyebrow and looked back at the piece of paper in his hand, the meaning was clear.
Biting her lips, Qiao Mo's gaze fell on his thin lips.
A faint cherry blossom pink, somewhat bland, the lips were thin and appeared a bit cold.
Swallowing nervously, Qiao Mo let out a light breath. Placing her hands on his chest, she leaned forward bit by bit.
