Mo Shiche's deep dark eyes gazed at her, and upon hearing her words, the corners of his lips quirked up slightly, "So you're saying, if I can make them appear, I can share the bed and sleep with you?"
"Yeah, if I'm in a good mood, of course, I'm willing to cuddle," Luo Qiangwei twirled a strand of her hair with her slender finger, speaking with a teasing smile, "But the condition is you have to make them appear. Not one less, all of them are my hard work, my treasures."
"Fine, you said it," Mo Shiche said indifferently, "Put on your shoes and follow me upstairs."
Luo Qiangwei looked at his indifferent and handsome face, not believing he could pull anything out of thin air for her, so she lazily shuffled along in her slippers behind him.
Mo Shiche led her to the fourth floor.
