Qi Sheng strode to the door in a few large steps and caught her red-handed.
"I was wrong, Hubby."
Gu Pan's small, flushed face looked utterly pitiful.
The female assassins in South Korean comedy shows couldn't compare to the heart-wrenching loveliness Gu Pan displayed at this moment.
It couldn't be helped. Who could blame her when she possessed such peerless beauty?
Only because Qi Sheng was used to it could he resist her 'playing pitiful' offensive.
"I'll be quick then."
This time, Qi Sheng was true to his word.
The preliminary work had already been mostly completed by his five flight attendant girlfriends.
Gu Pan was just reaping the benefits.
"You're so bad!"
That was what Gu Pan said, but her two long, full, and pale legs quite obligingly wrapped around Qi Sheng's waist.
Even after filming in a place like the Great Northwest, Gu Pan's skin hadn't tanned one bit.
Peerless beauties were just that unfair.
Even the heavens couldn't help but favor them.
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