Indulging In His Passion For Her

The person outside seemed surprised that he was inside. Startled for a moment, she said, "Young master, so you're inside. It's Madam. She said dinner is about to be served, and she wanted me to inform Miss Mo."

Ye Sijue's voice was slightly husky as he said, "Okay, got it. We'll be downstairs in a while."

"Okay." The helper left.

Blushing, Mo Xiaomeng clenched her fist and pounded on his chest. "Why did you answer like that? Others will think that we were together in the room… doing 'that kind of thing'!"

The corner of Ye Sijue's mouth arched up sinisterly, "Weren't we just doing 'that kind of thing'?"

Mo Xiaomeng didn't dare to look into his eyes. The devilish charm of his eyes seemed as though it could steal her soul.

She turned her face away and said, "Stop joking, will you?"

"I'm not joking," Ye Sijue said very seriously.

In fact, he didn't even know what had gotten over him.