"Who said that? Here, after the New Year, you're considered a year older. In six days, I'll be an adult." Ling Mo became increasingly anxious and frustrated when she saw that he didn't understand her hints at all.
Glancing back at her heaving chest, Qin Beiming chuckled softly, speaking with doting affection:
"If you keep getting so agitated, the stitches on your collar might all snap."
"None of your business?"
Ling Mo turned his head away angrily, his hands still somewhat hesitant as he adjusted the suit jacket draped over his shoulders.
Qin Beiming looked at her puffed-up cheeks and wanted to say something to soothe her, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
In fact, he had already guessed Ling Mo's thoughts.
He still remembered how pitiful she looked, tears streaming down her face, when he had a seizure at the Zhan family's old house a few days ago and almost had sex with her.
She was so strong that she never shed a tear, even after suffering so much injustice.
How could he bear to make her cry?
She was clearly unprepared, and it was only because of Mr. Smith's unfounded inference that she kept hinting at it to him.
Similarly, he also had his pride.
He would never place all his hopes on his child just to save his own life.
This is incredibly unfair to her.
He couldn't possibly jeopardize Ling Mo's lifelong happiness because of Mr. Smith's casual suggestion.
After much deliberation, he pretended not to understand her hints and silently peeled shrimp and picked out vegetables for her. "Didn't you say you were hungry? Why aren't you eating anything?"
Ling Mo bit her lip, truly unwilling to give up just like that.
Remembering how Li Wanwan had described the way female leads in idol dramas acted coquettishly, she imitated her, slowly turning her head and saying tenderly:
"Too lazy to lift your arm, why don't you feed me?"
"..."
Qin Beiming looked somewhat surprised, staring incredulously at the alluring Ling Mo, and involuntarily swallowed.
He felt ashamed and thought to himself, "Who the hell can withstand this?"
The other guests at the table also looked at Ling Mo with surprise upon hearing her words.
In everyone's eyes, Ling Mo was not the kind of girl who liked to act coquettishly.
She was independent, aloof, and exuded an air of detachment that kept people at a distance.
Upon seeing the goddess, as pure as the bright moon in the sky, act coquettishly in public, the guests at the same table were like hedgehogs guarding a large melon field, so excited they wanted to jump up and down.
Ling Mo noticed the gazes of the crowd and felt somewhat embarrassed.
However, seeing that Qin Beiming remained unmoved, she felt uneasy and mustered her courage to speak again:
"Third Master, you won't even grant me such a small request?"
"according to."
Qin Beiming responded in a deep voice, appearing very calm, but in reality he was panicking.
If this continues, even if he were Tang Sanzang reincarnated, he would eventually lose control.
I really don't know who taught her all those flirting tricks...
After a moment, he calmed his breathing and carefully brought the spoon to Ling Mo's lips, saying softly:
"Try it, is it cold?"
"Um."
Ling Mo nodded obediently, but her delicate pink lips deliberately avoided the soup spoon he offered, instead gently biting his fingertip.
"hiss--"
For a moment, the scene seemed to freeze, frozen in time.
Apart from the occasional gasps of breath, there was not a single other sound at the table.
Huo Yunting, who sat right next to Qin Beiming, naturally became the first target of Qin Beiming and Ling Mo's various displays of affection.
Qin Beiming didn't expect Ling Mo to suddenly bite his fingertip, and reflexively withdrew his hand.
But in the instant he withdrew his hand, he felt a pang of longing for Ling Mo to continue as he had just done...
Qin Beiming subconsciously glanced at his slightly burning fingertips and impatiently tugged at his collar.
Ling Mo glanced at his bright red ears, confirming that he wasn't completely oblivious. While secretly pleased, she also proactively mentioned it:
"Third Master, such a beautiful time shouldn't be wasted. Instead of sitting here like an idiot, why don't we go for a drive?"
"good."
Qin Beiming nodded, unable to resist her sweet and gentle words.
Just as the two of them got up, Liang Feifan happened to be walking towards them from the direction of the restroom.
However, both Ling Mo and Qin Beiming were preoccupied with their own thoughts and failed to notice Liang Feifan, whose face was flushed and whose features were noticeably distorted.
As soon as they stepped out of the banquet hall, Qin Beiming cut to the chase and asked:
"Who taught you to bite someone's finger?"
"You don't like it?"
"How could I not like it? It's just that my body completely loses its self-control when it's with you. If you continue, I'm not sure what I might do."
"In a few days, I will be an adult."
"Be good, stop making a fuss." Qin Beiming put his arm around her slender waist, his tone almost pleading.
"Third Master, don't you think you're being ungrateful? This is the first time I've taken the initiative like this, and you just keep pouring cold water on me."
Qin Beiming pinched her puffed-up cheeks and chuckled.
"Mo... I'm not a saint, I can't stand being teased like this. If I keep tolerating this, my body will definitely break down."
"Who asked you to put up with it?"
Ling Mo muttered something under her breath, but when she saw the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, she calmed down a bit.
However, upon further reflection, she suddenly had another wicked idea.
He said that he had been enduring extreme hardship lately, and that he could break down at any moment.
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