"Bad man..."
Xia Zhiqing pointed her finger at Chen Mo's forehead, then picked up a handkerchief to wipe her lapel.
At this moment, her soft lips were tinted with rouge, her slender neck slightly perspired, breathing lightly.
Even after countless times of entangled struggles, Xia Zhiqing still felt slightly uneasy under Chen Mo's intense gaze. She lowered her bright eyes slightly, and a flush of shame emerged in her heart as she softly asked, "Bad man, you just... said you had something to discuss with me."
Chen Mo moved Xia Zhiqing's hand away from where she'd been wiping her lapel, exhaled a gust of snow, and said, "Sister-in-law knows about us, so she asked me to invite you and your sister to come to the house for the New Year's meal."
"Ah..." Xia Zhiqing's cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, a feeling akin to meeting her lover's family. She whispered, "No, it's... it's too embarrassing."
