Stiff all over, she dared not move her neck even a bit, her hand clutching the spoon, contracted nervously.
In her heart, she silently chanted—
He can't see me.
He can't see me...
She crouched low, planning to slip away, one step, two steps...
Huh!
When had there been an obstacle behind her?
Displeased, she reached out and poked it, hard yet with a bit of softness, and still warm...
Have you had your fill of touching?
The man's deep voice sounded right above her head.
Qiao An: "..."
A meltdown of epic proportions!
Mu Jingxi, how could you see me?
At this moment, shouldn't you be turning around and politely leaving as if you hadn't seen anything?
What are you doing staying here, wanting to watch the spectacle?
Watching the woman's tender little paw stealthily retract, Mu Jingxi, quick as lightning, caught her small hand and toyed with it in his, "What are you doing, hm?"
This scene, it looked like a kitchen disaster.