Zhao Meng's face turned red.
"Cough, this! I ..." She didn't know what to do anymore. How should she answer such a question?
Besides, she was still young, so she didn't know what to do when facing him.
But now, why was this man asking so directly? The last time, she had naturally taken a fancy to him, which was why she had secretly run away with him.
"This ..."
Mo Qiu looked at her blushing face and looked at her in confusion. He reached out and pressed her shoulder, pressing her down on the sofa. He placed his hand on one side and asked,""What's wrong? Do you have a guilty conscience?"
"Ah, I, I! I don't have ghosts! I'll say it. " Seeing this, she reached out to protect herself and turned her face away, not daring to look at him.
"Don't move. " He said in a deep voice as he stared at her.
