Ji Nuan saw from Mo Jingshen's gaze that he was clearly unwilling to eat it. She lifted it closer to his lips: "Just one bite."
The man had already given into her childish antics plenty of times tonight. As expected, he gave her face once more and took a bite of the biscuit she offered.
"How is it? It's good isn't it?"
"Not bad."
By 'not bad,' what Boss Mo meant was that it did not taste horrible. His words could also be understood as 'delicious.'
Mo Jingshen could easily tell that she was feeling proud and allowed her to be as she pleased. By the time the two of them left the night market, it was late in the evening. This night market spanned across a large distance. Although Ji Nuan had previously changed into a set of casual wear, she was still wearing the pair of heels meant to go with her gown.
