Qiao Chuchu inexplicably felt a bit parched.
"You... what nonsense are you spouting!" Qiao Chuchu flushed with anger and embarrassment, glaring at Fu Ziqian.
Her?
This talk was really vulgar.
Qiao Chuchu, with a reddened face, glared at Fu Ziqian, wishing she could tear him limb from limb.
Shameless man, getting more shameless by the day.
"Don't you always say you're in great spirits? Well, coincidentally, I'm in great spirits too... Since we're both so spirited, we ought to do something that makes us both feel good," Fu Ziqian said, walking towards Qiao Chuchu with his shirt open.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu glared at Fu Ziqian in rage, blushing, and gritted her teeth, "Fu Ziqian, don't push your luck!"
"Push my luck?" Fu Ziqian raised an eyebrow, glancing at Qiao Chuchu with a meaningful look.
That glance...
Fu Ziqian's expression instantly tensed.
He... originally only intended to scare Qiao Chuchu a bit.
