Qiao Mo mischievously blew gently in his ear, tickling him, teasing him until his earlobes turned a bit red.
Her fair hand landed on the side of his face, gently turning it towards her. With a touch of grievance, she said, "Fu Nancheng… why won't you look at me..."
His gaze grew even deeper.
Her forefinger landed on his chest, lightly wandering over the shirt, "Am I not good-looking anymore?"
Fu Nancheng finally couldn't hold back, pinning her against the wall, "Xiao Mo, are you seducing me!"
"So what?" Qiao Mo didn't deny it, looking at him with a half-smile.
Fu Nancheng pressed down hard on her lips, murmuring, "Just wait till we get home and see how I'll deal with you!"
After throwing out a harsh line, Fu Nancheng turned and left the fitting room.
He loosened his tie, but still felt overheated, recalling the blood-pumping scene earlier, his face turning somewhat stern.
