Who Do You Like the Most

"Mo'er, who do you think you like the most?"

When they had returned to their room, Shi Mo placed her on the bed and looked down at her.

Fang Mo'er tried to get up, but he stopped her.

"Say it!"

If she did not speak, he would not let her go.

Fang Mo'er blinked her eyes. Her blurry eyes finally focused somewhat as she saw the perfect face of the man in front of her more clearly.

She was instantly mesmerized by his face.

Shi Mo had not gotten a reply from her yet, but he was getting very annoyed by her gaze.

Suddenly, Fang Mo'er reached out and touched the man's cheek. Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "You're so beautiful. I want to marry you."

Shi Mo shook his head. She was so drunk that she had even said the opposite of what she had wanted to say.

However, this sentence still made Shi Mo happy.

He stared at her. "Do you like it?"