Jimo Li felt the candy touching his lips, and the subtle and soft touch. His eyelashes trembled, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

His voice was almost calm and controlled.

"Then, what does Miss Saint want?" The cold voice was subtly tinged with hoarseness.

Sheng Wu's bright red and pure lips pulled up into an alluring smile. When Jimo Li opened his mouth, she directly pushed the candy into his mouth with her jade fingers.

Jimo Li's eyes paused slightly, his breathing stagnated for a second, his eyes hesitated for a second, and still.

He opened his mouth and ate the candy.

Very sweet.

The lights were charming, and there seemed to be something potentially intersecting between the two people.

"I haven't thought about it yet. When I come up with an idea, Mr. Jimo, please don't refuse."

Hearing this, Jimo Li frowned slightly, before he could say anything.

"alright."

Sheng Wu smiled softly, her pure and innocent eyes curved, then she stood up and passed by Jimo Li at a distance of only a fist.

"It's getting late. I should go back."

She walked around Jimo Li and went straight to the door, holding a gift box filled with candy.

However, when she reached the door, she paused and turned slightly sideways.

She glanced at Jimo Li sideways, her tone gentle and well-behaved.

"By the way, Mr. Jimo, that concert ticket is wasted, but don't waste people."

After saying that, she walked directly to the entrance and changed out of her slippers.

Then, he opened the door and left.

“Bang!”

The electronic door closes.

Jimo Li never moved. He stood there, with the extremely sweet candy gradually melting in his mouth.

He never ate sweets, but he actually got used to the taste.

A feeling of greed.

Jimo Li's handsome and distinct features moved slightly, his perfect jawline lifted, and a low and textured chuckle suddenly spread in the air.

"Oh."

The tip of his tongue touched his chin, and Jimo Li slowly raised his hand and touched the thin lips that Sheng Wu had just touched. He turned his head and looked at the pair of shoes that Sheng Wu had taken off and placed at the door.

Pink bunny slippers.

Jimo Li narrowed his dark pupils, and his fingertips rubbed involuntarily, as if he was still feeling the extremely delicate and addictive softness.

The cold pupils were gradually covered by a layer of black mist, rolling with thick ink, like a big bad wolf discovering a delicious little white rabbit.

Is it a waste?

No, nothing will be wasted...

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