Upon seeing this, Qiao Mo's face turned green.
He... how could he move so fast!
Fu Nancheng raised an eyebrow, carefully glanced at the illustrations in the book, and looked up at the woman beside him whose face was flushed red.
Meeting his deep, dark eyes, Qiao Mo felt like she was possibly having a fever, as if steam was rising from her body from head to toe. Oh, no, it's not a fever.
She felt like she had ripened.
Fu Nancheng didn't speak, he just looked at her, clearly waiting for her to explain.
"This... this is..." Qiao Mo struggled for a long time, yet couldn't get out a single word.
Caught red-handed, honestly, she... had lost all face!
Qiao Mo only felt that Qin Zhaoran was more wicked than Yan Jiu. At least with the things Yan Jiu sent, she could recognize them immediately and hide them in advance.
But Qin Zhaoran?
What the heck did he send!
It wore a cloaked, righteous appearance, but was sleazy to the core!
Exactly like his personality!
"Hmm?"
