Halfway through her sentence, Ning Xiaofei hastily caught herself.
In bed, Mu Tianye never seemed inexperienced, always easily taking control and leaving her defenseless.
"Every time what?"
Pinching her chin gently, Mu Tianye asked teasingly.
Her face instantly heated up, and she flung off his hand.
"The water's boiling, I'm going to add the ginger!"
But the man wasn't about to let her off that easily. As she turned to grab the sliced ginger from the chopping board, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, bending down to whisper in her ear.
"You haven't answered my question yet."
Tickled by his breath, Ning Xiaofei shrank her neck, threw the ginger slices into the pot, and pushed his hand away. Then, she pushed him out the door with her back.
