Jiu Qianmo suddenly smiled evilly, looking straight at Xin Qing with eyes like a crescent moon, his evil face turned slightly, with a hint of mischief: "Hey, I said... look at me
It’s all gone, what should I do? Otherwise, I’ll just feel a little aggrieved and let you take responsibility for me, and I won’t despise you either.”
"Huh?" she whispered in surprise.
"There seems to be no one in this room." In fact, there are only two changing rooms in the men's locker room. The rest are all costumes and props. "It's over... I forgot to lock the door." Xin Qing regretted it.
Frowning, he huddled in the corner.
"Idiot." Jiu Qianmo pinched her cheek lovingly.
When the two boys were about to come in, he hugged Xinqing, so her soft body was close to his strong chest, and it seemed that she could hear each other's heartbeats.
Jiu Qianmo narrowed his pupils slightly, looked at the little man in his arms with bright eyes, and said calmly: "Don't say anything yet."
"Master Qianmo." The two boys stared at Jiu Qianmo in shock. (Although it was from the back, Jiu Qianmo showed a quarter of his face, so they recognized him.)
"Get out." There was a cold voice. "Yes, yes, yes..." The two boys retreated weakly, cursing, as if they were saying something like bad luck.
(In fact, Xinqing was easily discovered because she was standing on the ground and Jiu Qianmo’s legs were not that big, so they were not enough to block her. But because the two boys were afraid of Jiu Qianmo, so...)
"Huh..." Xinqing breathed out and leaned against the wall with relief. Xinqing didn't realize that Jiu Qianmo was holding her waist at this time.
"Hey, let me say it again, Xia Xinqing, mother told us that we must be responsible when doing things. Now, you have seen me through. In order to prove that you are a responsible person, you have to be responsible for me."