She casually picked out what she wanted, paid with her card, and Wen Yi left the store as calm and composed as when she had entered, walking tall and straight, with unhurried steps, and a face that exuded an effortless charm.
Not until they had walked down the long corridor where the lingerie shop was located did Mo Shichen hand her the shopping bag, "It would be hard work for Mrs. Mo to carry this."
Wen Yi glanced at it and curved her lips into a smile, "Young Master, what kind of logic is it to have a woman carry things after shopping in a mall?"
Her voice was inherently gentle, carrying a cool, business-like detachment in her everyday speech. But now, as she deliberately modulated her tone and let the final syllable of "ya" rise, even she did not realize the effect of softness it conveyed.
Her expression and voice were like a feather, teasing back and forth across the tip of his heart, unbearably ticklish.
