Qian Yikun did not stop picking out clothes for her. He found a beige sweater and a pair of jeans. Currently, this look would force her to match with his outfit.
Qian Yikun put down the clothes and placed his hands on Mo Fei's sides. "Is it working?"
"Of course not!" Mo Fei raised her head proudly.
At this moment, Qian Yikun could only think of how much he loved the little outbursts of Mo Fei's arrogant personality.
Love…
Qian Yikun paused when he suddenly thought of this word. Could it be that he had already fallen in love with her?
However, Qian Yikun quickly composed himself. "Since it's not working, why should I use this method at all?"
Even if he wanted to use feelings, he had to wait—
As Qian Yikun thought about this, he subconsciously looked at her lower abdomen. He had shot everything inside her the previous day. They showered half an hour later too.
