Zhao Meng fell heavily onto the sofa, looking up at the ceiling."I can't afford to compensate for this sofa."
After all, he had fallen into the pit and was covered in mud. Now, he was lying on the sofa. This sofa was most likely scrapped. A few sets of numbers spun in her mind. If she remembered correctly, this sofa of his was very expensive.
"Whoosh." Mo Qiu's figure disappeared from her sight.
When she sat up, mo Qiu ran up to her and tore her clothes apart.
"Hey, hey." Seeing this, Zhao Meng kept retreating, trying to protect herself.
Mo Qiu's strength was as great as an ox! He stripped her naked in a few moments and even reached out to carry her. He walked to the bathroom and threw her into the bathtub.
"Plop." With a splash, water splashed on her face.
She saw mo Qiu squatting at one side, reaching out to take a towel. With one hand clasping her arm, he was wiping it for her.
