Staring at Si Mo, Mu Qingge had to admit that a jealous Mo was particularly adorable.
His unparalleled handsome features carried a cute annoyance, making her 'Lord's heart rejoice'! Si Mo at this moment seemed no longer the lofty king, but merely a mortal caught in the throes of love.
Just like ordinary people, he had joy, anger, annoyance, and infatuation.
"Is your business finished?" Mu Qingge lightly hooked the man's attractive, well-defined chin.
Si Mo brushed her hand aside, leaned forward, and blocked all of Mu Qingge's retreat paths. His amber eyes shone brightly as he stared at her: "Little Lord, what must I do to win your favor?"
Mu Qingge's mouth twitched slightly.
This phrase was something she had used to teasingly toy with him but now had become a lever, held in this man's grip.
"Let's see how you perform." After a long while, Mu Qingge managed to squeeze out these words with forced confidence.
