Hearing the commotion, Fu Ziqian looked up at Qiao Chuchu.
Qiao Chuchu was sitting on the bed, crossing her legs, slightly tilting her head, using a towel to dry her hair...
Fu Ziqian watched Qiao Chuchu. Crossing legs was a very ungraceful action, he didn't like women crossing their legs...but Qiao Chuchu did. A little foot lifted, the toes were round and fair, cute yet seductive.
Qiao Chuchu was also looking at Fu Ziqian, noticing how he was staring at her feet...she paused for a moment.
"What are you looking at?" Qiao Chuchu frowned and asked.
No matter how she saw it, Fu Ziqian's gaze at her feet seemed full of ill intent.
Was he thinking about something nonsensical again?
Fu Ziqian didn't speak, putting down his phone.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu's body stiffened. Her foot shrank back as if startled, her tightly furrowed brows glaring at Fu Ziqian: "What do you want to do?"
She always felt that whatever Fu Ziqian wanted to do couldn't be good.
