"Hmm?"

When she came to her senses, He Xue pulled her hand back from Fang Qiu. Her face darkened in anger and she was about to lose her temper.

At this moment, Fang Qiu spoke first, "You're suffering from infertility."

"You bastard!" He Xue flew into a rage. She picked up the half cup of coffee on the table in front of her and splashed it directly at Fang Qiu's face.

"Whoosh."

Fang Qiu moved and shifted to the seat next to him ...