All he had in mind was the thought of what it’d feel like if he pinned her down in that chair…
What would it be like?
His body began reacting once he thought of that.
“Mo Yesi… w-why are you…” Qiao Mianmian had no idea what the man was thinking. Her eyes opened wide, and she panicked a little.
“Wei Zheng said you’d arrived.”
Mo Yesi pushed that thought out of his head and looked at her gently. “So I came to have a look.”
“O-Oh, is it?” Qiao Mianmian blinked in shock.
He must have heard what she said.
He must have found out that she was a bragging liar to his childhood friend.
But it didn’t seem like he was going to expose her.
Did he intend to save her from embarrassment?
“Mm.” Mo Yesi seemed not to have noticed the other person in the room. His eyes were on Qiao Mianmian the entire time, and he only talked to her.
“Wei Zheng said you bought him some cake. He tried it and said it was really good. Where’s my share, I want to try it too.” Mo Yesi smiled and reached out for the cake.
Although Qiao Mianmian had no idea whether he really did not see Shen Rou, or if he chose to ignore her on purpose, she felt nice that Shen Rou was practically nonexistent.
She glanced at Shen Rou standing diagonally behind Mo Yesi.
Her expression was awful.
“Of course, you have a share.” Qiao Mianmian hurriedly took the chance to add fuel to fire.
She placed the bag of cake on the desk and smiled sweetly. “I’m not sure which flavor you like, so I got the one I usually get for myself. It’s a strawberry cake. If you don’t like it…”
“I like it.”
Before she even finished her sentence, Mo Yesi took the cake out of the bag. It was a strawberry mousse cake.
He looked at Qiao Mianmian very tenderly and handed her the spoon. “Feed me.”
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
Mo Yesi sounded almost coquettish when he said that, and she felt her heart tense up.
She looked at that handsome face and immersed herself in his aura and charm with a pounding heart.
He was such a flirt.
It was a fatal blow to her.
She couldn’t resist it.
“Baby.” Mo Yesi stuffed the spoon into her hand when she didn’t respond. He repeated once again in his captivating voice, “Feed me.”
Qiao Mianmian felt as if his eyes were a deep, dark abyss, swallowing her into the depths of nowhere.
Her mind went blank as she automatically, almost without conscious control, scooped a spoonful of cake and brought it close to his lips.
Mo Yesi chuckled and then opened his mouth to eat the cake oh-so-gently. Spoonful by spoonful, he finished up the cake, while Qiao Mianmian’s heart continued to race.