He looked down and no longer watched her, silently setting up camp.
Yao Qing also reined in her smile, and the moment she turned around, she bumped into Fu Moyi.
Fu Moyi had his hair dyed red for the show, and the look he gave Yao Qing was mocking, "Not bad, hooking up with someone as soon as you join the group. Impressive, I admire you."
Yao Qing's expression remained unchanged as she gazed at the man before her.
A few seconds later, she suddenly took a few steps forward and leaned in.
Fu Moyi, instinctively stepping back several paces, saw Yao Qing deepen the smile at the corners of her lips.
Her lips, tenderly red, parted to let slip tempting words, "Young Master Fu, paying such attention to me, do you fancy me?"
Fu Moyi, "..."
He didn't know how Yao Qing could be so shameless in saying such things, but he still couldn't help but avert his eyes from her gaze.
