Moh Shiche looked down at the woman in his arms, the corners of his eyes brimming with a thick and intense mockery, "What, you'd rather go home with someone like me than let me hurt him in the slightest?"
Luo Qiangwei didn't answer; she simply hugged his arm tighter, her voice low and muffled, "I want to go home, Moh Shiche, let's go home now."
She couldn't stay any longer, otherwise... Ah Chu would definitely get hurt by Moh Shiche, she knew he was very good at fighting.
The other hand of Moh Shiche, hanging by his side, twitched, and Luo Qiangwei immediately reacted reflexively, afraid he would shake her off; she simply wrapped both arms around his waist, effectively hugging his entire body, a move of extreme affection and coquetry.
The last time she hugged him like this was before they got married, when she wanted to ask him to accompany her to try on a wedding dress.
