Come With Me

It was Mo Shenbai's phone that was ringing.

The disposable gloves were torn at some point so his fingers were stained with chili oil. He had not cleaned his hand yet so he said, "Right pocket. Help me answer it."

"Oh." Xu Youyou quickly put down the skewers in her hands and reached into his pocket. She could feel his muscles as she fished for the phone.

Mo Shenbai's breathing turned slightly heavy, and his dark eyes shone with desire and affection. He asked in a low voice, "Where do you think you're touching?"

Xu Youyou said brazenly, "I didn't expect your pocket to be so deep."

Her hand continued to move down, and when she finally found the phone, she muttered, "Moreover, it's not like I haven't touched it before…"

Mo Shenbai worked out all year round so he was in great shape. He was neither too muscular nor too skinny. His body felt especially good to touch.