Mu Qingge's cheeks flushed red, and the resistance towards Si Mo in her heart eased a little.
The imaginary rival and challenge target remained unchanged, only now he wasn't purposefully categorized as a dangerous person as before.
"Ge'er, can we do what's next?" Si Mo suddenly asked.
"What?" Mu Qingge, regaining her thoughts, was momentarily stunned.
"Of course it's…" Si Mo said, suddenly flipping his body to switch their positions, pressing Mu Qingge onto the bed. "Let me warm the bed for you."
Mu Qingge's eyes flashed, slowly narrowing with a smile on her lips: "Alright."
After speaking, she extended her hands directly into Si Mo's loosely fitting clothes, wrapping them around his taut waist muscles. She even boldly pulled hard, eliminating the distance between them.
Si Mo's flawless features froze momentarily; he had never seen such a bold Mu Qingge.
Although she didn't feign coyness like ordinary women, she was never like this moment.
