"Ahem! Mr. Mo! Sir!"
The frantic voice of the MC finally shattered the moment, and my eyes widened as I pushed back on Yichen's chest. "Sir, the show! We... we need to clear the stage!"
I felt Yichen growl against my lips in irritation. His hold on me tightened, but only to rest his forehead against mine, his chest heaving as his gaze burrowed into mine. My body felt hot and my heart was racing again.
He was still holding my face, his thum caressing my flushed cheeks, his grey eyes, looking at me like he wanted to devour me right there. I gulped.
He was like a child that didn't care of the world, except for the little food in front of him.
"Later," he promised, his voice a low, rough rasp meant only for me."
I could hear the whispers and murmurs from the crowd.
"So the Tyrant was capable of love?"
"Mrs. Mo is so lucky to have a romantic man like him, he is so smitten!"
They gushed, and my cheeks reddened furiously, they were making me sound like an animal tamer.
