Zhan Qipei's thin lips slightly curved upwards, his eyes filled with laughter as he gazed at Qiao Jing, his voice low and magnetic, "Wife, your figure is getting better and better, so you can't blame me."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing rolled her eyes at him and said somewhat speechlessly, "Then why don't you go out? Wouldn't it be fine if you didn't look?"
This man always came up with excuses like this whenever he wanted to take advantage of her!
Don't think she couldn't see through it!
"No way, I want to stay here to keep you company," Zhan Qipei insisted, and as he spoke, he had already grabbed Qiao Jing's hand, ready to make his move.
"This is someone else's store changing room; don't mess around..."
Qiao Jing hadn't finished speaking when Zhan Qipei cut her off.
"Let's not talk now, let me kiss you first."
As soon as he said this, before Qiao Jing could react, Zhan Qipei kissed her lips...
