"Sometimes my girlfriend's panties get torn, so I borrowed a few from you. They're really tacky, I'll send you a dozen next time."
An Ziqing was so angry she was almost steaming, "You even stole my panties!"
"Borrowed," Mo Wei corrected, putting the lace under his nose and sniffing it, "Smells nice, Qingqing, smell it."
"...Mo Wei." An Ziqing was practically ready to hit someone.
"Hey, Qingqing."
"Ling Chuan is already upset because of you. Once you've had your fun, just leave!"
"Ling Chuan? You call him so warmly, what's your relationship?" Mo Wei asked.
"No relationship! Get out!!"
"Qingqing, don't be mad! I just wanted to irritate Ling Chuan. He always acts so superior, and it's annoying to see. Are you feeling sorry for him? You must have some connection!"
"Are you leaving or not?" An Ziqing pushed Mo Wei to the door.
"Qingqing, I plan to stay over at your place."
"Get out!!!!" An Ziqing was really about to lose it, slamming the door shut with force.
