"Mo Xiuchen was too close to Wen Ran. When he spoke, the warm scent of manhood sprayed into her earlobe, causing her body to shiver slightly and her heartbeat to suddenly lose rhythm under his gentle touch.
A blush appeared on her fair cheeks.
When she turned her head and locked eyes with Mo Xiuchen's deep and mysterious gaze, her heart strings, felt as if they were suddenly tugged by an invisible hand. She shook her head subconsciously:
"No, haven't I just come back?"
Mo Xiuchen hummed in response, the corners of his slender lips lifted slightly. He was satisfied with her answer. He gently brushed his large hand on the back of her chair, and added casually, "After dinner, drop me off at the office first. I have something to tell you."
"Okay!"
Wen Ran nodded gently. She noticed Cheng Jia across the table, lowering her head and nibbling on her chopsticks, deep in thought. In her heart, Wen Ran realized that Mo Xiuchen's actions were likely intended for Cheng Jia's benefit.
