Mo Fei pushed Qian Yikun's head aside. In his dreams.
"Qian Yikun, do you think it's appropriate to propose at a moment like this?" Especially when he was still— Mo Fei frowned and struggled to push him away.
"None more appropriate. Only a scumbag won't propose at a time like this. This proves my sincerity for you," Qian Yikun explained. As he got up, he lifted Mo Fei's waist with him and shifted her so that she sat right on top of his body.
Mo Fei sucked in a breath of cold air and placed her chin on his shoulder. "Qian Yikun, stop working so hard. I'm in my safe period," Mo Fei replied coldly.
Qian Yikun, "…"
"Argh— Qian Yikun, do you have a death wish?" Mo Fei let out a small yelp as she pinned under him once more.
It was destined to be a sleepless night downstairs.
Qian Yikun's last time was ruthless. Perhaps Mo Fei's words triggered him.
