212: (Twenty-third update) _1

No way!

How could she be teased so easily!

She had to counterattack.

Mu Qingli narrowed her eyes, a glimmer flickering in her clear pupils, then suddenly stood on her tiptoes, reaching up to hook Fu Lanshen's neck.

Fu Lanshen hadn't expected her to make such a move, and his head involuntarily lowered without warning.

His nose was filled with a faint fragrance.

Like bamboo, yet not orchid.

He hadn't even drunk yet, but he was intoxicated already.

"Uncle Qi,"

the young girl's voice was low, as if carrying a hook, tantalizing to the heartstrings.

"Hmm," Fu Lanshen let out a syllable from deep in his throat, his sexy Adam's apple moving up and down, the hint of his collarbones hidden in his white shirt becoming faintly visible, exuding an irresistible aura of cool aloofness.

Mu Qingli warned herself not to be swayed by his handsome looks.

She cleared her throat softly, her lips parting slightly, "Do I look good?"

Do I look good...