Although Fang Mo'er had looked at this face countless times, she would still be stimulated by the beauty of the face every time, which caused her to be a little infatuated.
Even at this moment, Fang Mo'er even felt her blood surge, and her nose felt hot.
She hurriedly covered her nose, afraid that she would have a nosebleed.
Fortunately, when she looked down, she found that she was not that useless.
She heaved a sigh of relief.
Shi Mo was amused by Fang Mo'er's reaction.
"You're drooling."
Fang Mo'er quickly wiped her mouth.
Belatedly, she realized that there wasn't any drool in her mouth.
She looked at Shi Mo in annoyance.
Shi Mo only came over after changing into his pajamas.
The muscles of his chest and body, which had been exposed to the air just now, were now completely covered.
He walked over to the bed and asked her, "Who do you think is more suitable to play the male lead?"
