"Zhan Qipei, I'm going all out against you!"
He hadn't even kissed her small lips yet!
"Fourth brother, don't get physical, he's really drunk!"
Qiao Jing flipped over, positioning herself in front of Xu Moqian.
Xu Moqian was a bundle of rage and frustration!
"Sister Jing, I can't just stand by and watch you get deceived by him, today I must beat him up!"
Xu Moqian rolled up his sleeves, grabbed Zhan Qipei's collar, while Zhan Qipei lay motionless in bed.
"Hey! Get up! If you don't get up now, I'm really going to smash this fist into your face!"
After Xu Moqian shouted, he realized Zhan Qipei was still motionless, just like before.
"Fine! You're good at playing dead! Let's see how long you can keep this up!" With those words, Xu Moqian raised his fist and aimed it at Zhan Qipei's face.
Before the fist could hit Zhan Qipei's face, Qiao Jing stopped it.
"Stop it!" Qiao Jing frowned, clearly unhappy.