Do you think I'm in love with your uniform seduction?

Mo Qiu crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, watching Zhao Meng tidy up her clothes.

"Zhao Meng, do you think I've fallen in love with your uniform seduction?" Mo Qiu supported his forehead with his hand and looked at her sideways. He casually lit up a cigarette and held it in his mouth as he asked in a frivolous manner.

Zhao Meng's hand froze when she heard that. She turned around and glared at him.

"If you want to be subdued, you can find it elsewhere."

Mo Qiu lowered his head and chuckled when he heard that.

Zhao Meng stretched out her hand to support her waist as she said,"My waist is so sore. Mo Qiu, you're not allowed to mess around in the future! We're not married yet, and you're ravaging an underaged girl.“

As mo Qiu listened, he touched his smooth chin and stared at her little face.

"A young girl?"

When Zhao Meng heard this, she raised her chin arrogantly! He had a look that said he was young and proud.