In the face of Yun Mo's profound and meaningful smile, Qiao Xiaon'an finally understood what he meant by "convenience for business." Could it be that he was hooked on their recent entanglement on the desk, planning to specifically prepare a large sofa in front of the desk for their future activities?
"Amo, you're joking, right?" She stood up from him, "What will others think?"
Yun Mo also stood up, finding her surprised and embarrassed expression simply adorable. He couldn't help but pinch her face, and when his slender fingers fell, he held her small white hand tightly, "It's lunchtime, let's go downstairs for a meal."
Qiao Xiaon'an walked beside him, her other hand rubbing her sore waist and back, "Amo, what material is your desk made of?"
"Imported teak from Southeast Asia."
"Even the imported one is so hard."
"..."
"The desk hurt my waist and back so bad. You really know how to pick places."
"What, weren't you very satisfied just now?"
"Amo!"
"Hehe."
