Qiao Mo raised her head and looked at him, speaking softly, "Let go of me first... so many people are watching."
He lifted his eyes and looked around, his black eyes sharp as a blade.
Instantly, whether it was men eyeing her beauty or women secretly admiring him, they all felt a chilling coldness to their bones, bowing their heads as cold sweat covered their bodies.
"Now no one is watching," he spoke softly, not forgetting to peck her lips twice.
Qiao Mo's face turned beet red.
How could there be someone like this... It's simply shameless, isn't it...
"Let go of me quickly. Everyone has gone inside, and I haven't changed my clothes yet," Qiao Mo spoke softly.
"Give me a kiss."
"Fu Nancheng..." Qiao Mo said with a hint of annoyance.
The timing was indeed a bit rushed; after the models finished their walk, the designer needed to go on stage as well.
Since going on stage can't be too casual in attire.
