C929 Gifted by the Ancestors

Seeing a pillow flying toward her face, Mo Qian raised an eyebrow, tilted her head slightly, and caught it effortlessly, tossing it aside.

"What are you doing? Trying to kill me?"

"Yeah, I feel like smacking you," Tai Kefei replied calmly.

Mo Qian: "...Wow, you're refreshingly honest."

Tai Kefei shot him a look, adjusted her shirt, retrieved the pillow she had thrown, and leaned on it