C161 If Only They Could Keep Fighting

What was she doing?

How … how could she possibly touch that thing?

Her entire body froze on the spot, and her face flushed red. She couldn't wait to find a hole in the ground to hide in.

As a normal man, how could Zhan Mochen stand being flirted with by the girl he liked?

He suddenly picked up Ming Shu, carried her to the sofa, pressed her body down and kissed her