Qiao Ruoxin stared at his seductive jawline and suddenly asked, "Mo Chen, have you gained weight?"
"Hmm, one pound."
!!!
She worked so hard to make sure he ate well and slept well, and he only gained one pound?
"Just one pound? What's the matter with you!" She felt inexplicably a bit angry.
Mo Chen looked at her puffed-up little face and laughed teasingly, "Who was it the night before last? You drained quite a bit of my energy."
"..."
Qiao Ruoxin's cheeks quickly flushed a shade of crimson: "It was clearly you!"
This shameless man!
The man chuckled lowly, his laughter filled with indulgence and pleasure as his dark eyes seemed to reminisce about that night.
And she got angry just thinking about that night, "Were you determined to die on top of me? Why so rough?"
Relentless, to the point of being an extreme pervert.
Mo Chen: "..."
Did he? He couldn't remember.
"Mo Chen, let's go have some late-night snacks!"
