If Ji Nuan Were to See This, I Wonder If a Bottle of Vinegar Will be Spilled

"Let me taste it?" Mo Jingshen approached.

Ji Nuan pushed the other bowl of noodles toward him, indicating for him to try it. The man reached over and pressed her hand down, leaning down to kiss her lips still stained with soup.

Ji Nuan: "…"

After wiping the taste of soup off of her lips, he released her and calmly judged. "It's all right. The soup is fragrant and delicious. It's well-made."

Ji Nuan: "…"

This man had to take advantage of her even while eating a bowl of noodles.

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In the middle of the night, Ji Nuan tugged aside her blankets to move off the bed. She had just moved and was immediately stuffed back into the sheets.

Ji Nuan frantically said, "I'm dead tired…"

Her soup was not made with those sorts of medicine, but she was still pressed down by Mo Jingshen for an entire night. After clinging onto one another for the night, her face was bright red. She thought to get up to drink some water.