Xiao Qimo had been harboring this thought for a long time.
Exactly how long, even he couldn't quite remember.
His fingers seized the opportunity while Lu Mian and her zipper weren't paying attention, pulling it down with a sharp sound.
The bothersome lightweight sports jacket was discarded on the floor silently.
Lu Mian tilted her head slightly.
She was still pondering the multiple layers of meaning in Director Qimo's use of the word "strip."
Upstairs, Mo Si and Mo Fan heard the sound of the house's car pulling in, and hurried downstairs eagerly to welcome their master.
Unfortunately, just as they reached the staircase, they witnessed Boss Mo's hands all over Miss Lu.
At lightning speed, the two halted their steps.
Mo Si immediately covered Mo Fan's eyes with one hand, used the other to cover hers, but left a little crack for sneaky peeking.
Ahhh, what sort of wild, animalistic sight was this…
Could it be that Boss Mo and Miss Lu were finally sealing the deal?
