A fashion queen

As Mo Yunting inched closer, Cui Xueying's body seemed pulled by an invisible force, involuntarily taking a small step backward. Her heart was beating like a wild horse, threatening to burst through the confines of her chest. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to suppress the pain, but a hint of undisguised panic still shone in her bright eyes. Faced with this situation, she had no idea what was about to happen. She tried her best to appear innocent and non-threatening, staring at him quietly.

Finally, Mo Yunting stopped, almost within reach of Cui Xueying. He leaned down slightly, surveying the alluring, yet delicately charming woman before him with a condescending air. His thin lips parted gently, like a breeze caressing the strings of a harp, as he uttered a gentle, yet captivating voice: "How is it? Is this place to your liking?" His deep, captivating voice, like the melodious melody of an ancient cello, captivated everyone.

Cui Xueying took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain her composure. She stammered, "I... I was just feeling a little bored, so I thought I'd go out for a walk to change my mood. You..." She tried her best to make her words sound natural and fluent. However, despite her best efforts to control herself, the trembling in her voice betrayed her nervousness.

The corners of Mo Yunting's mouth curled up as if gently lifted by a breeze, forming a faint smile, almost like a wisp of smoke. His voice was low and soft, as if he was afraid to disturb the tranquility around him. He murmured to himself, "Oh? Is that really the case? Then I have to admit, you have a very discerning eye, choosing such a perfect place." As he spoke, his gaze, like a light butterfly, leisurely flitted across the colorful garden before him, and then fixed again on Cui Xueying's beautiful face.

Cui Xueying keenly sensed that Mo Yunting's deep, lake-like eyes seemed to harbor an ineffable meaning. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fathom the mystery. After a brief hesitation, she decisively changed the subject, attempting to break the slightly awkward atmosphere. "This garden is truly breathtakingly beautiful. May I ask, do you visit here often?"

Mo Yunting shook his head gently, his movements as graceful as a willow branch swaying in the wind. "That's not the case. I seldom come here. But I sincerely hope that this place will win your favor and love." His tone was smooth and gentle, yet it contained a hint of unique charm.

Cui Xueying's heart instantly rippled, ripple after ripple, spreading outward. She was completely bewildered by the true intentions behind Mo Yunting's words, unable to grasp them. Just as she was struggling to figure out how to respond, Mo Yunting leaned over and kissed her luscious lips with lightning speed, completely stopping the words she was about to say.

Cui Xueying's mind went blank for a moment. She had never expected Mo Yunting to suddenly do such a thing. She instinctively wanted to push him away, but Mo Yunting was too strong, and her resistance seemed so powerless.

Mo Yunting's kiss was passionate and overbearing. His tongue pried open Cui Xueying's teeth and explored every corner of her mouth. Cui Xueying gradually lost herself in this kiss. Her body became soft and weak, and her hands unconsciously wrapped around Mo Yunting's neck.