As soon as the words left her mouth, the man snatched the bowl from her hand, grasped her waist, and flipped her onto the couch. He took a tangyuan into his mouth, and approached her lips…
He didn't feed her the tangyuan directly, but bit a small opening instead; he bit the skin, feeding all the oozing sesame filling into her mouth.
Luo Qiangwei's eyes narrowed into crescent moons from the sweetness of the sesame filling, her hands encircling his neck, "Mmm, too sweet…"
"Not as sweet as you," Mo Shiche whispered huskily, nuzzling her nose, "Your mouth is even sweeter."
…Caught off guard by the sweet nothings.
But Mo Shiche was evidently unaware, just considering it a normal statement. He had only fed her two, and Luo Qiangwei was already sick from the sweetness, pounding his chest with her small fists, "No more, no more, get up now…"
