How did you know?
Mo Shichen looked at her with amused eyes, a hint of snicker in his voice, "Besides a plot like this, what else could make you kick your old love to the curb and fall for someone new overnight?"
Wen Yi stopped talking.
She found his tone particularly annoying, a frustration stewing in her chest.
After half a minute, Mo Shichen stood up, circled the long table, pulled up a chair beside her, and sat down. Stretching out an arm around her waist, he pressed his face to hers, and whispered with a smile, "Come on, stop being a little madam and let's continue."
His tone was affectionate, even tender and indulging to some extent.
Wen Yi tried to push him away, annoyed, "Can't you keep your hands to yourself for once?"
He would stick to her at every opportunity, like a fly that wouldn't be shooed away.
"No," the man drawled lowly, "Physical contact is the beginning of communication."
