Ye Qing Luo smacked his hand hard: "Why did you take my Qi Qi out for a ride?"
Di Mo Xuan did not shun away and allowed Ye Qing Luo to continue.
That slap on his hand was full of force.
Even Qi Qi who had shrunk into the quilt, sneaked its small head out to peek with glee.
However, that man remained unaffected by her actions and leaned forward with his lips, so close that it almost touched her neck.
His scorching breath, spread over her skin warmly: "I picked it up randomly, it has your scent."
Picked?
Her Qi Qi could be picked up so easily?
Ye Qing Luo narrowed her eyes and observed Qi Qi: "Were you really brought back by him?"
Qi Qi blinked its eyes and nodded its head.
"Ah Luo, you don't believe my words?" Di Mo Xuan unpleasantly turned her face over and confronted her directly.