Wei Zhiqian was about to pick up Qin Murong, but was stopped by Tan Mo, "Wait a minute!"
"What's wrong?" Wei Zhiqian asked.
"Uncle, don't touch her!" Tan Mo exclaimed loudly.
Wei Zhiqian was taken aback for a moment, then he smiled.
Was she starting to feel jealous?
"I was just going to pull up her collar," Wei Zhiqian explained.
"You can't touch the collar either. With the type of Chinese dress she's wearing, her collar is closely wrapped around her neck. If you pull up her collar, then won't you be touching her neck too?" Tan Mo had really thought out every detail. "Don't you dare!"
Wei Zhiqian was sure now that the little lady was definitely jealous.
Wei Zhiqian's heart brimmed with joy. Even though Qin Murong was still laying on the ground, he lowered his head and kissed Tan Mo's lips.
"If I don't touch her, how are we going to get her out of here?" Wei Zhiqian asked.
