What I need most now is not you.

As soon as Lu Xiaoxiao finished saying this, Chu Mo's face went black.

There was a deep color in his dark eyes. His thin lips opened slightly and his deep voice said slowly and dangerously, "Who else do you need besides me?"

"Hmm..." Lu Xiaoxiao murmured slightly, with a slight cunning underneath her eyes. Before her ink-wearing patience reached its limit, she pointed to a cabinet under the dressing table in time and said, "Well, the second drawer on the left."

Looking at the way she was obviously trying to make herself work, Chu Mo knew that the woman was definitely trying...