Ning Xiaofei's heart fluttered in panic, yet she was helpless, with a dumpling in her mouth still a bit hot.
She couldn't swallow it, nor could she spit it out, so she could only stand by the table, holding a dumpling in her mouth and smiling at him with the corners of her lips raised.
The filling was still burning her mouth; she pursed her lips, sucking in cold air. The dumpling in her mouth puffed out her cheeks, and her bright, sparkling eyes showed a mix of embarrassment, ingratiating charm, and helplessness...
Her expression was as adorable as a child's, which even someone as austere as Mu Tianye couldn't resist softening at.
Chewing vigorously a few times, Ning Xiaofei swallowed the dumpling in her mouth quickly.
"I... I didn't mean to sneak a bite, I was just testing the saltiness for my husband... I only had one. If there's not enough for you... uh..."
Mid-sentence, she couldn't control a burp that escaped her.
