"I told you to go to the psychiatry department to check your narcissism, and you kept putting it off. Now it's getting worse!"
Seeing her strong reaction, the smile on Lu Moqing's face spread even more unrestrainedly.
He stretched out his arms and gently embraced Qiao Xu, "No other woman catches my eye; I only want you. It was you at first sight, and it's you forever."
By the end of his words, the smile on his face carried a hint of affectionate deep affection, making a faint ripple spread through Qiao Xu's heart.
She avoided Lu Moqing's deep gaze and tried to pull away his hands that were holding her waist. Then she heard Lu Moqing say:
"If you lack someone to cook, I'll do it. Cleaning and mopping the floor, I'll handle it all, free labor, saving you quite some expenses."
Lu Moqing looked at Qiao Xu with an obsequious expression, and a touch of anticipation faintly overflowed in his dark, deep eyes.