Mo Tingshen seemed to sense something and looked up, his gaze meeting with Chu Yao's.
She hooked her lips coquettishly, silently letting out a laugh, then turned her head away nonchalantly, her hands braced behind her on the table. She deliberately tilted one arm downward, causing her jacket to slide off and reveal her pearly white shoulder.
"Fine, take it."
Mo Suizhi's face flushed red.
Chu Yao stood by the window, bathed in moonlight and lamplight from behind, the backlight creating a halo around her that made her breathtakingly beautiful.
Mo Suizhi had always been proud to have a beautiful sister. He used to help her fend off admirers when they were in school. It hadn't bothered him before, but after what Mo Li said at the dinner table tonight, he felt uncomfortable when he looked at Chu Yao.
"I'll get it for you, and bring a cup of water up too."
