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Chapter 170

That word was rather ambiguous.

It made people subconsciously think of strange things.

"Oh, not training—"

Sheng Mumu racked her brains.

She struggled to organize her words to make up for it:

"Practice? Not that either..."

"Uh... Let me think... A kind of subtle influence?"

Qi Mo looked at her with interest, his brow tails slightly raised, his eyes seeming to hide hooks.

He let out a low laugh and decided to let her off the hook, slowly retracting his gaze, gently saying:

"Don\'t think about it anymore, just think about what you want to drink later."

Having said that, he handed his phone over for her to take a look at the drink stores around the barbecue restaurant ahead of time.

Sheng Mumu blinked and breathed a faint sigh of relief.

Since Qi Mo had taken the initiative to change the subject, she wouldn\'t dwell on it either.

She took the phone and started browsing the drink stores.

The red light was ahead and the Bugatti stopped at the zebra crossing.

Sheng Mumu soon decided what she wanted to drink later. She turned off the phone and placed it in the center armrest box between them.

Just as she was about to retract her hand, the man\'s arm suddenly reached over.

Taking advantage of his arm length, he easily grasped her hand.

Sheng Mumu froze for a moment, looking up.

Qi Mo was staring straight ahead.

As if unaware of her gaze, he remained focused on the uncomplicated traffic conditions ahead.

The corners of his lips curled up imperceptibly.

Beneath the neon lights outside the window, his deep set eyes and sculpted features were so handsome it was unreal.

His slender, well-proportioned fingers slid up from her palm.

Gently caressing her fingertips.

Fiddling with them.

As if her hand was a little toy for him to pass the time at the red light.

Sheng Mumu\'s heart fluttered slightly and she leaned back into the leather seat.

Silently taking in the immaculately suited, refined profile of the man before her.

How this man went about romance was like a man in his early twenties.

Suddenly holding her hand and pretending it was no big deal.

Strangely, she didn\'t find it childish at all.

A trace of sweetness spread through her heart.

Her earlobes turned faintly red and she tilted her head towards the window.

Letting him toy with her fingertips.

The sunset gradually lowered, the wind blew into the car.

The autumn wind carried a desolate scent of grass and trees.

So dry it seemed to ignite at the slightest spark.

The wind blew her hair into disarray, but she didn\'t bother fixing it. Her lips pressed together lightly.

The feeling of her fingertips being gently rubbed was very subtle.

The action was extremely light, yet had an acute sense of presence.

Leaving her unable to pay attention to anything else.

A post she saw online suddenly popped into her mind:

Signs of a disgustingly lovey-dovey couple, step 2: Wanting physical contact all the time.

Sheng Mumu: "..."

Bullseye again.

When they came out after the meal, the night had fully descended.

Under the hazy night, the crescent moon hung like a hook.

The car was parked in an open lot.

The two leisurely strolled to get the car.

There were many pedestrians on the road, not a few of them couples walking hand in hand.

They were the best looking couple on the street.

With perfectly matched looks and physique, their temperament was even more outstanding.

Passersby occasionally glanced their way, unable to resist imagining the romantic, affectionate conversation between this beautiful pair.

However, reality was not as imagined—

Sheng Mumu turned her head, flipping her long hair over her chest.

She picked up a strand, leaned in to sniff.

In an instant her brows knitted:

"My hair reeks of barbecue smoke, smells so bad!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a shoulder was wrapped around her, pulling her into his embrace.

He leaned down, smelled her hair, and calmly said:

"Doesn\'t smell."

"...Sheng Mumu was stunned speechless by the sudden close distance and his lovesick response.

After a few seconds of silence, she slowly looked up, glaring at him:

"Because you smell too, so you can\'t tell."

"...Qi Mo was briefly taken aback.

Not long after, his pitch black eyes lit up with flecks of laughter.

He nodded almost imperceptibly and said in a low voice, "Then let\'s stink together."

Sheng Mumu: "..."

Sheng Mumu gazed at his nonchalant face, finally unable to refrain from retorting:

"Qi Mo, you\'re hopeless!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Mo\'s brow quirked up in good spirits, using his eyes to ask: "?"

Sheng Mumu: "You\'re clearly diagnosed with late-stage lovesickness, it\'s terrifying."

"No I\'m not." Qi Mo instantly refuted.

Sheng Mumu tilted her head back, an expression of "And you still won\'t admit it?"

In all the movies and TV shows she had seen, no family\'s CEO would say something like "let\'s stink together".

Just as she was thinking of how to poke fun at him, she heard his leisurely, slightly smug voice sound above her head:

"Early stage at most."

Hadn\'t reached late-stage lovesickness yet.

".................." Sheng Mumu\'s breath hitched.

666...

When older men fall in love, they really dare say any sappy thing!

The two arrived at the car. Qi Mo took out the car key.

With a beep, the Bugatti\'s headlights flashed twice.

After getting in the car, he buckled her seatbelt for her.

Sheng Mumu took out a small mirror from her bag, intending to touch up her lipstick that got eaten off during the meal.

Qi Mo leaned back in his seat without starting the car, patiently waiting.

Suddenly he asked, "Want to watch a movie?"

Hearing this, Sheng Mumu\'s lipstick application halted as she looked over.

She barely kept herself from laughing out loud.

She certainly knew why he had suddenly asked this.

During the meal earlier, the conversation from the couple at the next table had floated over.

The girl was complaining her boyfriend was too busy with work, demanding he clear his weekends to go see the new romantic film premiere.

The guy didn\'t seem interested in the genre, asking his girlfriend:

"How about we switch to another one? Iron Blood Squad 2 is also opening soon."

The girl huffed angrily, "What kind of person doesn\'t watch romantic movies when dating, being with you is completely devoid of romance!"

At the time, Sheng Mumu\'s gaze had inadvertently swept over Qi Mo.

The elegant man was holding barbecue tongs, turning over a thick slice of skirt steak.

Eyes lowered, appearance unruffled, seemingly oblivious to the conversation at the next table.

Sheng Mumu couldn\'t help but smile, the corners of her eyes curving attractively.

She didn\'t expect he had heard it after all, then mulled it over for the entire ride before casually asking her now.

How...cute?

"Work has been pretty busy at the company lately, I\'ll go with you to watch after it settles down." Sheng Mumu answered, then continued applying her lipstick.

Qi Mo paused briefly.

Go with him?

He chuckled lowly without responding.

Instead he propped his elbow and tilted his head, silently watching her apply lipstick.

Sheng Mumu\'s lips parted slightly, carefully outlining and filling in along the plump lip line.

The lipstick was a matte, true red.

Contrasting sharply with her fair complexion, making her lips appear moist and succulent, exuding an alluring sheen.

Qi Mo silently watched, a strangling tightness creeping into his eyes.

Sheng Mumu\'s peripheral vision caught Qi Mo\'s gaze. Sensing he was probably impatient, she sped up.

Finally finished, just as she was about to close the cap, the back of her head was suddenly enveloped in the man\'s warm large palm and she was pulled towards him.

Her lips met with softness.

The man\'s scorching presence overwhelmed her.

With her head firmly gripped she could only crane her neck to receive this extremely aggressive kiss.

Long and lingering.

The freshly applied lipstick was completely wiped off.

After some time they finally parted.

Sheng Mumu\'s breathing had yet to steady.

Her mind was left buzzing and somewhat breathless from the dizzying kiss.

The man\'s fingertips pressed against her lower lip, gently gliding over. Gazing straight at her.

His Adam\'s apple rolled once as his low, husky voice slowly teased her ear.

"Sorry to make you reapply it again."

Sheng Mumu was annoyed, the heat in her cheeks yet to subside.

She lifted her eyes to glance at him, noticing the faint lipstick stain on the chest of the man\'s shirt. She must have accidentally smudged it earlier when capping the lipstick.

The white shirt now had a splash of crimson.

Faintly exuding an ambiguous air.

Somehow extremely evocative.

Qi Mo followed her line of sight, lowering his gaze to look at his shirt.

Then lightly lifted his eyes, a trace of nonchalance passing through his pitch black pupils.

He placed his hand on the steering wheel and started the car.

By the time they returned home.

This man had calmly gone upstairs under the strange looks of Butler Qi and the servants, loosely carrying his suit jacket in one hand.

Not making any move to put it on at all.