The atmosphere in the huge room was a bit strange. Suddenly Qiao Shiyu heard Gu Moli’s voice. In fact, before she could understand what Gu Moli was saying, she immediately refused: “Stop, Gu Moli, I don’t want to listen, don’t listen, don’t listen.”
Gu Moli smiled softly. It seemed that this girl was really shy. He put the chopsticks on the plate and looked at Qiao Shiyu’s head shaking like a rattle, and a hint of joy flashed across the corner of his mouth.
After a while, a hoarse voice sounded: “Wife, I just want to say that the corners of your mouth are stuck in rice grains.”
“Is that right? I shouldn’t, then I’ll go and have a look.”
Qiao Shiyu’s cheeks were so hot that she felt a little relieved. She hurriedly got up and went to the front of the mirror. Sure enough, what Gu Moli said, her face was indeed sticking to rice grains.
When Qiao Shiyu was about to wipe rice, her body suddenly froze because Gu Moli surrounded her waist from behind, then held a scarf in his hand, and gently rubbed rice for her.
Just as Qiao Shiyu was about to move, a nice male voice came from her ears: “Don’t move” the sound seemed magical, and then Qiao Shiyu really stopped moving. As for why, she herself didn’t know.
Gu Moli gently wiped off the rice grains for Qiao Shiyu, and his two fingers touched the delicate cheeks. The fresh body fragrance came to his nose. The close contact made both of them breathe still.
At this moment, time seemed to stop beating, frozen at that moment, motionless.
Gu Moli’s lips involuntarily bit the red earlobe, and Qiao Shiyu was shocked.