A fashion queen

Seeing this, Mo Yunting slowly walked over to her side and gently lifted her delicate chin, forcing her beautiful yet shy eyes to look at him. He spoke patiently and gently, "Don't panic. Relax and tell me slowly. I have plenty of time to wait."

Cui Xueying took a deep breath, as if trying to calm the turmoil in her heart, and then she mustered all her courage and said, "I'm just a little uncomfortable with you expressing your feelings so directly."

Hearing this, Mo Yunting's already handsome face once again slowly broke into a brilliant smile. This smile was like the warm spring sun, gentle and warm, as if it could dispel all the gloom and coldness in the world. He lowered his voice slightly and responded softly, "If that's the case, then from now on I will do my best to make some changes, to find a way to treat you that better suits your wishes and brings you joy. Okay?"

"Ah? What do you mean?" Cui Xueying was stunned when she heard that. For a moment, she was unable to fully understand the deep meaning of his words. Her beautiful eyes widened and she stared at Mo Yunting in front of her with confusion.

At this moment, Mo Yunting suddenly leaned forward, his handsome face gradually moving closer to Cui Xueying. His warm lips first gently touched Cui Xueying's smooth forehead, then, like a dragonfly skimming the water, they brushed against the tip of her delicate nose, and then...

Noticing Mo Yunting's next move, Cui Xueying's heart pounded, her cheeks flushed. She hastily turned her face away, trying to avoid further intimacy from Mo Yunting, but her heart was already pounding wildly from his sudden and provocative gesture.

Without hesitation, Mo Yunting extended his arms and embraced Cui Xueying tightly. He lowered his head slightly, placed his lips close to her pearly earlobe, and whispered in a voice so gentle it seemed to melt her heart, "Ah, it seems I need to work harder and practice diligently in this area! Otherwise, I'm afraid even something as simple and basic as this will be met with your disgust and rejection..."

At this moment, Cui Xueying's heartbeat accelerated, uncontrollable like a wild horse. She could clearly feel the unique and enchanting aura emanating from Mo Yunting, like a warm spring breeze caressing her heart, causing her body to involuntarily become limp and weak. She shyly raised her hand, gently nudged Mo Yunting, and whispered, "I...I don't have any resistance at all."

Hearing this, Mo Yunting let go of Cui Xueying with a faint smile. His eyes were gentle as water, gazing silently at her pretty face, flushed with shyness, a surge of tenderness welling up in his heart. Then, he softly soothed, "Don't worry, darling. With a few more attempts and practice, I believe you won't have any resistance to these things anymore, right?"

Just when the two were deeply in love and reluctant to part, suddenly, a pungent smell of burning penetrated their nostrils.

"Oh no! My soup..." Cui Xueying came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly turned her head to look at the soup pot on the stove that was emitting thick smoke - that was the delicious chicken soup she had carefully cooked for a long time!

Cui Xueying instinctively reached out her hand, reaching for the pot lid without a second thought. At that critical moment, Mo Yunting displayed incredible agility, striking with lightning speed and firmly blocking Cui Xueying's hand from reaching the pot lid. If he had been even a fraction later, the scorching heat would have burned her delicate skin. Mo Yunting anxiously shouted, "Don't move! Let me do it!"

Mo Yunting then, with deft, quick movements, turned off the stove without hesitation and immediately opened the window, letting in fresh air and dispelling the smoke and odor. After completing this series of operations, he breathed a long, sigh of relief. Then, he cast his gaze at the slightly displeased woman beside him and the horrific mess on the stove, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.