Su Ying threw the barnacles into the pot and said without raising her head, "I won't get poisoned. This thing is a nightmare for marine creatures, but it's a rare delicacy for me."
Mo Tu still maintained his skeptical attitude. He half-leaned against the door frame and watched Su Ying.
Her body was still dripping wet, and her robe was clinging tightly to her body, outlining the curves of her body perfectly.
Mo Tu's eyes narrowed slightly and he gradually became mesmerized.
Su Ying's mind was focused on the barnacles in the pot, so she didn't feel there was anything wrong with her body.
"You keep an eye on the fire. I'll go change my clothes." Su Ying got up and met Mo Tu's slightly dazed gaze. "What are you looking at?"
Mo Tu raised the corner of his eyes. Perhaps it was the sea breeze that caused his eyes to narrow a little. He appeared to exude a strange charm. "Looks very tasty."
