After a long while, he let her go.
Tang Zhiluo's eyes were hazy as she looked at him, shy yet alluring, her reddened eyes tempting one to make her cry bitterly.
Mo Xun looked at her and suddenly murmured, "If it weren't for your period, I would've devoured you right now."
Tang Zhiluo's ears turned completely red.
*
The next day.
Tang Zhiluo got up early to make cookies, having been preoccupied with this thought all night, which kept her from sleeping well.
At five o'clock, she started whisking eggs and then saw a box of coffee on the dining table.
She took a look—it was a beautifully crafted box and somewhat familiar.
It seemed to be the one she had seen in Mo Xun's car.
She suddenly paused, could it be...
She twisted open the jar, and a faint floral scent wafted from the coffee powder.
It was coffee!
And it smelled so peculiarly good...
So, was this coffee the gift that Mo Xun went out of his way to give her when he picked her up from work that day?