Chapter 081: Your Hurry Scares Me
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Chi Huan turned her face away, "Then go home and sleep in your own bed, I won't eat the noodles then."
Mo Shiqian didn't speak, his gaze expressionless as he looked at the woman sitting cross-legged on the sofa, her black hair not yet fully dry, her long white legs tender and fair, a proud and coquettish little woman.
Almost a minute passed, and the man straightened up, placed his phone on the coffee table, then strode towards the kitchen with his long legs.
Only then did Chi Huan turn her face back, watching the direction his figure disappeared, her lips curling up in triumph.
Just as she was about to get up and go back to the bedroom to find a more conservative nightgown to change into, the phone on the coffee table vibrated. She glanced down subconsciously, and the screen displayed a number without a contact name.
"Mo Shiqian, someone is calling you."
The man in the kitchen said, "Bring it in for me."