Zhao Meng was listening. When did she and Mo Qiu fight?
Why did he say that he had always thought that he had the upper hand?
"Ah, upper hand? what upper hand?" Zhao Meng watched as the man charged forward.
Zhao Meng was so scared that she kept retreating and looked at him warily, not knowing what he was going to do. But now, she could only protect herself. Otherwise, she would be driven crazy by mo Qiu.
She felt that his way of thinking was always different from others, and even she could not keep up with his rhythm.
"Mo Qiu, what are you doing?"
Mo Qiu pulled her into his arms and said in a deep voice,""What else can I do? Didn't they want to compete? Now that the opportunity has come, I'll let you compete as much as you want, but the premise is that we must be thorough. What do you think?"
"I ..."
Zhao Meng was stunned. Did they have the same idea? His words seemed to be saying that it was a contest of bodies. Mo Qiu, you've had enough!
