"Wen Xiangyang's foolishness was plain in Mu Lingqian's eyes, making him less inclined to deal with her.
But if he ignored her, she would likely become even more foolish.
He roughly grabbed Wen Xiangyang's arm and pulled her to the dining table, his voice cold. "What are you staring at? Do you want me to feed you?"
Wen Xiangyang was pulled forward, tripped on her feet, and fell onto Mu Lingqian. As Mu Lingqian finished speaking, she was half draped over him.
Worse, her lips touched the lower half of Mu Lingqian's body – the belt area – the most private part of a man.
Wen Xiangyang's face blushed instantly, she scrambled to her feet, backing up several steps. Her heart was pounding, as if she wished to vanish into the ground.
Mu Lingqian lowered his gaze. Seeing Wen Xiangyang behaving so foolishly, he didn't pull her over for dinner. Instead, he said coldly, "Come here."
Wen Xiangyang's heart skipped a beat at Mu Lingqian's chilly voice.
Ultimately, she went over.