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Mo Yu felt a warmth in his heart when he saw his wife holding up the cup of strawberry-flavored tea while she stared at him with her big sparkling eyes.

'Oh my goodness, my wife is feeling sorry for me. She's even offering some of her tea to me. I'm so touched.'

Mo Yu had a mischievous smile on his handsome face as he said, "I don't want to drink from the cup. I want to drink from there."

As soon as he said that, Fang Liu, who had yet to react, felt a slight chill go through her body.

Mo Yu leaned over and wrapped his hand around Fang Liu's waist. Mo Yu's manly scent overwhelmed Fang Liu. She felt as though Mo Yu had taken her breath away—her soft hands pressed onto Mo Yu's chest lightly. However, she wasn't strong enough to push Mo Yu away.