Xiao Yong returned to the Manufacturing Bureau, bustling with half-done tasks, when he remembered the origin of that dress and immediately sent for a confidant that very night, "Go investigate Dan Yefei."
When Mo Heng came back from West Mountain Camp and saw that dress, hearing that Madam Shan had sent it, he asked, "Is the clothing I thought of for you not pretty?"
Pei Qin gave him a white look, "Those clothes are either too extravagant or heavy, this one is too conspicuous too! Anyway, I won't wear them unless I have to!"
Mo Heng held her in his embrace, "You've lost a pound."
"You don't feed me, and I can't eat. I've gotten skinny!" Pei Qin clung to his neck coquettishly with disgust.
Mo Heng smiled and looked at her, "Continue!"
"I want kisses, hugs, and to be lifted high!" Pei Qin nestled in his arms.
Mo Heng held her down and kissed her. He couldn't let her continue to nuzzle.
