Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
Not bad???
Is this even a man?
Mo Chen seemed to be in good spirits, he put out his cigarette and stood up, his towering figure straightening.
"Come on," he said.
"Come on, what?" She was baffled and hadn't caught on yet.
In a serious tone, the man spoke, "Weren't you going to carry me? Come on, then."
!!!
Qiao Ruoxin's eyes widened like a startled little deer.
"Mo the Great, have you no shame? Asking a woman to carry you?"
Unexpectedly, Mo Chen used one hand to clasp her slender waist and lifted her off the ground.
His shameless reply was, "What do men need a face for?"
"..."
Oh well, considering his emotional breakdown today, she might as well indulge him.
Qiao Ruoxin moved her body a bit and then stood with her back to Mo Chen, "Get on!"
A smile played on the man's lips, and just by getting close to her, his large frame enveloped her completely.
