Wen Yi watched him, but didn't say anything for a while.
Mo Shichen sized up the light grey sweater she was wearing, suddenly stepped forward, and reached out to tug at her collar, revealing her shoulder.
Wen Yi was frightened by this sudden action, "… What are you doing?"
So this man dares to make a move in her home?
Unperturbed by the woman's harsh words, Mo Shichen just smiled lightly, "Isn't this sweater… meant to show off the shoulders?"
Wen Yi, "…"
He withdrew his hand and half-jokingly whispered in her ear, "With those long legs and beautiful shoulders, you're really good at hiding your sexiness; it's nice to show it off occasionally."
Wen Yi, "…"
Before she could finish, Mo Shichen had already turned and walked towards the kitchen, and soon she heard the conversation coming from inside —
Mo Shichen, "Mom, let me help you."
Madam Wen was surprised, "You've learned to cook?"
Mo Shichen, "Mhm, a little bit."
