"Isn't it?" He curled his lips and asked back.
"Of course not."
Qiao Mo glared at him like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, as if she wouldn't let it go if he didn't give her a satisfactory answer tonight!
His gaze once again fell on her chest, studying for a while before saying again, "If not, let me check."
Qiao Mo's face turned beet red, she was so angry!
Every time they talked, she got led astray by him, not gaining any advantage at all!
So, Qiao Mo stopped retorting, lay down and sullenly said, "What does it matter if they're small."
Fu Nancheng chuckled and pulled her into his arms again, "It's okay, I like the feeling of childhood sweethearts."
"Childhood sweethearts?" Qiao Mo instinctively spoke.
But as soon as she spoke, she wished she could bite off her own tongue...
Why couldn't she learn her lesson?
As expected, Fu Nancheng responded leisurely, "Yeah, like growing up playing together."
...
All night long, the two did not stop.
