Mo Yu, who had finally drunk orange juice, had a satisfied expression. Seeing that she was happy, Gu Lian's mood improved a lot.
He put down the document in his hand. "You're usually eloquent when you talk to me. You have ten sentences to wait for when I say something. Why have you become mute today? You don't even know how to talk back when you're bullied?"
Mo Yu said with a cheeky smile, "My husband's charm is irresistible. Everyone loves him. What can I do?"
Then, she moved closer. "Why don't I take a small knife and disfigure you? That way, you won't have to worry about others coveting your beauty."
"You can try." Gu Lian lowered his head and looked at her sinisterly.
The distance between the two of them narrowed a lot. Suddenly, the plane encountered a gust of air and Gu Lian's lips pressed against Mo Yu's forehead.
In an instant, the two of them froze.
Two seconds later, they separated again.
