The Perfect Excuse

Fu Jiu laughed after hearing that. She looked up at Qin Mo. Her eyes were simply too beautiful.

Then, she stood on her tiptoes and moved closer to Qin Mo's left ear. Once she was only an inch away from him, she said in a flirty voice, "Brother Mo, I'll start to think that you are interested in me if you insist on seeing me undress myself like this."

Qin Mo's eyes abruptly deepened, and he pushed the young man away.

Fu Jiu couldn't stay standing upright after being hit with that level of strength, and she would've hit the clothes rack behind her if Qin Mo hadn't pulled her back in time.

His face was a bit cold, and he said with a half-smile, "Where did you learn to speak like this?"