Qin Qin pushed him away, her face, made even more charming and captivating after being cherished, full of enchanting beauty, she gave him a playful glance, "What do you think?"
Pushing Mo Yunchen away, Qin Qin was about to get up, but the moment she stood, she almost fell to the floor. Mo Yunchen quickly caught her, laughing softly in her ear, "I'm sorry, my dear wife, I should take responsibility."
Mo Yunchen lifted Qin Qin horizontally and carried her to the bathroom, ignoring her protests, and helped her wash and dress, making Qin Qin feel as if she was useless, caught between crying and laughing, until she was fully dressed.
Qin Qin sat in front of the dressing table, combing her long hair, while behind her, Mo Yunchen was getting dressed, his slim, strong body hidden beneath a crisp white shirt. He raised his left hand to fasten the cufflinks, his movements elegant and dignified.
