Shen Ning said: "This is just my wish. If he doesn't want it, he can throw it away, but I have to do it and give it away."
"Why, just because you think you owe him? I said, I'll pay back what you owe him!" Mo Chuan still felt unhappy when he saw her making things for others, especially that person was Qi Yanyu.
She shook her head: "This is different."
"What's the difference?"
"The medicinal ingredients in the sachet I made for him are different from the ones I made for you." She smiled narrowly.
Mo Chuan was furious, gritted his teeth and stared at her, with a fire in his eyes that wanted to eat her.
Shen Ning was afraid that he would really offend him, so she hurriedly explained: "Actually, Qi Yanyu is sick, and I made this sachet to treat his illness."
"What's wrong with him?" Mo Chuan was still angry.
At the wedding, he saw that Qi Yanyu was radiant and looking very good. Was he sick? Lovesick
"He has too much anger, so he often can't sleep at night. The sachet I made for him can help him sleep and calm his mind. Although it may not cure his insomnia, it should have some benefits." Shen Ningyi He said calmly.
Mo Chuan's face still looked unhappy.
Shen Ning smiled and said, "When I finish making this sachet, I will make ten more for you, okay?"
"not good."
"You thought this sachet was ugly just now. This is my first time doing a female celebrity. Of course it looks ugly. Don't worry, the next one won't be so ugly." She promised.
"But it is unique." Mo Chuan said in disgust, but he held the sachet tightly in his hand and hung it on his waist very solemnly.
"Aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you?" Shen Ning squinted at him.
"I think you are afraid that others will laugh at you."
"When did you become so sharp-tongued?"
She remembered that he was taciturn in the past. Even when he was with her, although he was no longer so precious with his words, it was rare to hear him refute or joke.
But now, his words came out freely.
It's like a different person.
Mo Chuan stared down at her: "I learned from you. Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black."
She said deliberately: "Am I Zhu or Mo?"
"You are the smartest pig in the world." There was a smile in his eyes, but a serious look on his face.
"Is this a compliment or a disservice to me?"
"you guess?"
"I can not guess it."
"Then guess again."
"I don't think so." She shook her head.
"Okay, then let me tell you, this is how I learned it."
Mo Chuan kissed her lips again, teasing her with his tongue, and soon she was panting and blushing.
She pushed him away and gasped: "You are a bad learner."
Mo Chuan sucked on her lips again, raising his eyebrows and saying with a smile, "You don't like it?"
"I..." Just as she was about to say she didn't like it, she saw Mo Chuan's smiling eyes.
Her cheeks turned red, knowing that if she said a wrong word, he would probably not let her go.
"I like it." She immediately changed her words.
"Since you like it, let's do it again." Mo Chuan kissed her again.
This time not only did he move his mouth, he also moved his hands.
Shen Ning was so anxious that she couldn't push him away, but she would feel embarrassed even if no one saw her being intimate with him in broad daylight.
She could already feel the fire-like heat on Mo Chuan's body. Not only did he make her feel hot, but he himself couldn't hold it anymore.
"Now, is that okay?" His lips slid down her neck, slowly leaving light red traces on her slender and beautiful neck.
There was a husky allure in his voice.