There were only two people in the room.
This romantic interlude had been initiated by Jiang Qiuqiu.
She had put on this outfit, utterly curious to see Mo Si's reaction—
And just as she had imagined, he wore an expression of disbelief.
His eyes were slightly red as he held her, asking in a low voice why she was dressed like this.
Did Mo Si really want to know the reason?
No. At a time like this, the reason was no longer important.
Qiuqiu pressed her hands against Mo Si's chest and looked up, her eyes shimmering as if filled with water. "Don't you like it?" she asked.
Mo Si didn't speak, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
"Ooh." To Mo Si, the Qiuqiu on her livestreams was gentle, cute, and vibrant. But right now, she was coy and seductive, her smiling eyes like little hooks. "You're not saying anything. Does that mean you don't like it?"
Did he not like it?
His wildly beating heart and his uncontrollable spiritual power were both telling him that he liked it very much.
