Yu Siqiao let out a cold laugh.
"Stupid woman!"
She thought that with just some sweet nothings, he would forgive her?
That's wishful thinking!
Mo Shu looked up at him, drawing circles on his chest with her finger, "What to do, I'm hungry."
Yu Siqiao snorted coldly, "Didn't your ideal type satisfy your hunger?"
Mo Shu couldn't help but laugh out loud, coaxing softly, "My ideal type is angry now, and doesn't even want to talk to me."
Yu Siqiao: "..."
Heh, what a cunning and deceitful woman!
He certainly wouldn't fall for that trick!
Yu Siqiao turned his head away, coldly gazing out of the window.
"He still doesn't want to look at me," Mo Shu said, feigning sadness, "He doesn't care about my well-being anymore. That duck from earlier was better, so sensible and considerate, and even sang little tunes to cheer me up."
Yu Siqiao's expression darkened even more, and he turned his head, cupping her chin and lowering his head to start nibbling on her lips.
