Qin Manman pursed her lips. She actually knew he hadn't come downstairs for dinner because he was angry. After all, she had slapped him in front of the servants—being a man, he must have felt humiliated.
But she said nothing and just stared at him like that. Perhaps her gaze was too pure, too clean—so much so that Muo Huangnian's subtle smile faded, and his brows furrowed.
Just as he thought she would turn around and leave, Qin Manman walked toward him.
As soon as she got close, the man hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Manman fell onto his lap, instinctively trying to stand up, but he only held her tighter.
Noticing her stiffness, Muo Huangnian leaned toward her ear, his warm breath brushing against her ear canal. "One slap, then a sweet treat—you're handling this technique quite well, hmm?"
