Chapter 169: Life of Strategic Deployment 2

What would her next reaction be?

Scream? Shatter the heavens! Then, would she turn over to kick the person?

No! The above is just the Prince's imagination.

Qu Tan'er only paused for a moment, and when she lifted her little face from his embrace, she was very calm. She then slowly rolled out of his arms and, while doing so, reached out a small hand to gently pat Mo Liancheng's chest, followed by a couple of strokes, "Not bad, quite solid. Much better than the ducks from the 21st century."

Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow.

What was the reason for her actions?!

It really seemed like the prelude to soliciting (a woman's ticket) him...

"Duck... what does that mean?" Mo Liancheng asked faintly, while shifting his body, leisurely propping himself up on one elbow, half reclining. He directly faced her, with eyes that were half-smiling; they were more unnerving than a wolf in the night. Fortunately, when he was holding her, he hadn't taken off his clothes, which were still intact.