Mu Shini was chewing her food, and with Bo Sishen pinching her chin like that, he looked completely devilish and provocative.
This man was definitely doing it on purpose.
She watched his handso face getting closer, almost as if he might actually kiss her.
Quick on her feet, she promptly shoved the bitten chicken leg into his mouth, then moved half an inch away and picked up another chicken leg, leisurely eating it while glaring at him. "Eat your chicken leg."
Bo Sishen was stunned for a mont. He removed the chicken leg from his mouth and sat down next to her, eating with her.
It was also the first ti Bo Sishen ate on the floor without any manners like this.
Mu Shini felt herself overwheld by a strong presence and quickly stopped eating, then glanced sideways at him, "Why are you sitting on the floor..."
A man as elegant and noble as him should be dining slowly at the table, not eating on the floor around a coffee table.
This made Mu Shini feel instantly embarrassed.
She shifted a bit and urged him, "Get up quickly, don’t sit on the floor..."
His tall and majestic body sitting on the floor appeared casual but exuded an endless, captivating charm.
She was so srized that she found herself almost staring.
"If you can sit on the floor, why can’t I?"
Bo Sishen’s voice was slightly deep as he ate the chicken leg.
His dark, soulful eyes stared straight into her eyes.
Mu Shini hesitated, a bit uncertain as she t his vast, universe-like gaze, then said after a mont, "But if you sit here, your clothes will get wrinkled."
In her mory, his clothes were always impeccably ironed, without a single crease.
"Keeping my wife company is more important than clothes," Bo Sishen said nonchalantly.
His words felt like a jar of honey, spreading warmth in her heart.
She thought that no matter who it was, in front of such a drop-dead gorgeous man spouting sweet nothings, anyone would find it impossible to resist.
Even get deeply captivated.
"Then you better eat your chicken leg and the pizza!"
Mu Shini said, handing him a piece of pizza.
Bo Sishen looked at the pizza and chicken leg in his hands, furrowed his brows a bit, his hands all greasy, but he smiled reluctantly yet sweetly inside.
He copied her moves and ate.
He leaned closer to her, their bodies almost touching.
Mu Shini naturally felt his warm body coming closer and pressed against her, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she continued to gnaw on the chicken leg and eat the pizza.
"Uncle Bao, I’ll go make so tea! Do you want so?"
After eating, Mu Shini stood up, looking down at Bo Sishen, and asked softly.
Hearing her, Bo Sishen reached out and held her small, delicate hand, stood up, and said, "You sit and eat slowly, I’ll make the tea."
Mu Shini was taken aback, looking at him holding her wrist, then thought for a mont, "Fine, Uncle Bao, I want grapefruit tea!"
"What did you just call ?" Bo Sishen’s face darkened slightly, his voice carrying a hint of chill.
"Uncle Bao, you still prefer to call you hubby?" Mu Shini rembered his request, frowned slightly, and said, "I’m not calling you hubby, you’re clearly just an Uncle Bao!"
She didn’t believe she was wrong at all.
He indeed was her Uncle Bao.
From the very beginning.
But she didn’t say these words out loud. She looked up at him, "Still not making tea for ?"
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