Snowing

In the luxurious car.

Lu Yeming lowered his head, looking through his documents when he felt some movements. Looking beside him, a beautiful face appeared. Tang Mo'er lowered her head, looking at the corner of his lip with lustrous eyes.

"Yeming, what happened?"

Lu Yeming just looked at her face, not paying attention to her words. "What?"

Tang Mo'er pointed her finger at the wound at the corner of his lip. "Here."

Coughs. Someone seemed to have bitten the corner of his lip. Lu Yeming stretched his hand out, holding the finger in front of him. "Nothing."

"But I think there's something more behind it." Tang Mo'er winked playfully. "Did… Qingqing bite you?"

Though Tang Mo'er was his elder sister, she felt a little shy asking her younger brother about such intimate things.

If only their mother was here.