Wen Wan had no talent for cooking and knew it very well, which naturally meant she would never venture into the kitchen. However, seeing the man's face resembling that of one who just ingested poison, she admitted, she felt vindicated.
"How come? Does the food I make really taste that bad?"
Mo Siluo gave a faint smile, "It's not that it tastes bad, it's lethal."
"Mo Siluo!" Wen Wan pouted in protest, stamping her foot.
Mo Siluo, however, pulled the woman onto his lap and commanded, "Feed me."
Wen Wan glared at him and huffed, "Don't you have hands?"
"I want you to feed me!" Mo Siluo encircled her waist and responded dominantly.
Wen Wan frowned in refusal, struggling to get up, "No, what if... what if someone suddenly comes in?"
"Have you forgotten? I've already ordered Secretary Shen not to disturb us for two hours! Besides, I've locked the door from the inside; no one's coming in," Mo Siluo reminded her with a smile.