Qin Feimo sat down and poured a glass of red wine, then holding his wine glass, he asked softly, "What do you mean?"
She paused, "Of course, using me as a shield!"
"Depends on my mood. When I don't feel like it anymore, naturally I won't use you as a shield."
The matter of being used as a shield, Feng Jinglei always knew clearly. But hearing him admit it in person, her heart still felt a slight pang of emptiness.
"So, you're admitting to using me as a shield?"
Qin Feimo did not answer but instead took a small sip from his wine glass.
Upon seeing his perfectly sexy V-line again, Feng Jinglei's throat felt uncomfortable, her face flushed, and she had no idea where to fix her gaze.
"Can you put some clothes on first!" She turned her head to avoid looking at his partially unclothed body.
Qin Feimo glanced up, noticing her cheeks flushed—did he just realize she was embarrassed?
"What are you here for?" He responded with a question instead of answering.
