"Addicted to throwing yourself at me?"
Fu Nancheng spoke in a deep voice, making Qiao Mo's already flushed face even redder, and she quickly stood up.
But as soon as she moved, she discovered that the innermost layer of her tulle gown was caught on one of the cufflinks of his sleeve. She couldn't tell if it got caught when he reached out to catch her.
With her movement, a few threads were pulled from the dress.
Afraid of ruining the dress, Qiao Mo had no choice but to maintain her posture and once again sit on his strong, muscular thigh, her head slightly lowered, the blush on her cheeks spreading to her ears.
But the cufflink was stubbornly caught on the back of the dress, almost at the hip area, and since it was the innermost layer of fabric, Qiao Mo couldn't reach it once she sat back on his thigh.
Qiao Mo twisted her neck and fiddled for a while, her small hand twisting the thin tulle, tugging between the hem of her dress and his cufflink, trying to free it.
