A fashion queen

"Xueying, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Why did it take you so long to come back?" Mo Yunting, who had been waiting anxiously at the banquet, immediately stood up from his seat and quickly walked forward to greet her when he finally caught a glimpse of Cui Xueying walking towards him.

"Oh, hey, nothing's wrong with me! I just happened to meet an old acquaintance and chatted for a few more minutes!" Cui Xueying quickly concealed the remaining unhappiness on her face, fearing that Mo Yunting would notice something unusual and get worried, so she quickly put on a happy and cheerful expression.

"Oh? Really? You made me so worried, thinking that something bad had happened to you! I was praying secretly in my heart just now. If you don't come back any longer, I'm afraid I will have to go to the bathroom to look for you myself..." Mo Yunting teased half-jokingly.

"Haha, you, a famous and renowned director, are actually willing to lower yourself like this? I really can't bear this kindness! People who don't know the truth may think that you are mentally ill when they see this!" Cui Xueying was amused and giggled, and responded coquettishly.

"For you! I'm willing to do this. You're my wife after all." Mo Yunting pulled her into his arms and lifted her up by the waist.

"Hey! Put me down quickly, there are so many people watching us! Put me down quickly!" Cui Xueying had never expected that he would hug her in public. Her face immediately turned red, and she no longer looked like she was feeling unwell just now.

Mo Yunting hugged the woman lying on his chest tightly, a smug smile on his face. There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, as if he was enjoying this moment of intimacy.

Cui Xueying tried to break free from his arms, but Mo Yunting held her tighter. He whispered, "No! If you dare to move again, I will kiss you." His voice was low and magnetic, making people's heart beat faster.

Cui Xueying's face flushed slightly, and she glared at Mo Yunting coquettishly, but she did not struggle anymore. She felt Mo Yunting's body temperature and heartbeat, and an inexplicable warmth surged in her heart.

Mo Yunting stared intently at the woman before him, a subtle glint of cunning in his eyes. He slowly lowered his head, inching closer to her delicate, petal-like face, as if to touch that softness. Her breathing became rapid and erratic, like the tremolo of a gentle breeze across the strings of a zither. She gently closed her eyes, as if silently anticipating the wonderful moment that was about to arrive.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Mo Yunting stopped abruptly. He stared at the woman's face, which was slightly flushed with nervousness, a playful glint in his eyes. Suddenly, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Cui Xueying opened her eyes abruptly. When she caught a glimpse of the sly smile on Mo Yunting's face, she suddenly realized everything—it was all just a carefully planned prank. She raised her hand coquettishly and gently pounded on Mo Yunting's solid chest, complaining, "Hmph, you're such a bad guy! So annoying!"

But when she thought it was his prank, Mo Yunting quickly reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, then carefully placed it on his lips and gently kissed it. The kiss was as light as a dragonfly touching the water, but the deep affection contained in it was so strong.

The two smiled at each other. At this moment, a strong sense of happiness spread throughout their bodies like the warm spring sun, and every cell was immersed in this sweetness.

"Well, you actually dare to tease me on purpose again!" There was a hint of anger in Cui Xueying's tone.

Mo Yunting raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a charming arc, and responded: "There's nothing I can do. Who told you to be so lovable that I couldn't help but want to tease you." After that, he looked at the beauty in front of him gently again, and the love in his eyes became deeper and hotter.