Why does it feel like he's so confident?! Qin Ling couldn't help but purse his lips and remain silent, pretending to be dead.
Mo Liancheng said, "Take off your shirt."
Qin Ling froze. What is he trying to do?!
Mo Liancheng frowned. Seeing Qin Ling unmoved, he reached out to open Qin Ling's collar. Those long fingers, as white as jade, hadn't even reached Qin Ling before his heart shrank and started pounding. This wasn't ambiguous; it was an eruption of anger. Snap! Qin Ling flung away Mo Liancheng's hand, shouting, "What are you trying to do?! Are you looking for death?"
Qin Ling was extremely sensitive!
In his life, he despised being touched by men the most!
