When he moved, the pair of shorts with a bunny tail fell off his pants, lying in a pink and white heap on the floor, right by his feet.
Qiao Mo swallowed and softly said, "Uh… could you buy… buy me a milk tea."
He furrowed his attractive brows, examining the little thing in front of him, unsure of what she was up to.
Under his gaze, Qiao Mo's forehead broke out in a thin layer of sweat, her throat parched, yet she had to pretend to be calm and maintain… a smile, "Okay?"
"Drink it after you recover." He gently refused.
"Then… could you get me some wontons?" Qiao Mo immediately changed her request, just wanting to get him out of the way quickly so she could deal with the embarrassing things Yan Jiu had sent her.
He didn't respond, slightly narrowed his eyes.
He turned around and walked to the sofa, made a call to his subordinate, asking them to bring over some wontons.
Qiao Mo was on the verge of tears… who the hell needs your subordinate to buy it… I wanted you to buy it!
