Yu Siqiao's voice was husky and severe, laced with an ineffable charm that floated into Mo Shu's heart.
Mo Shu's lips curled into a smile, her hands braced against his strong waist as she looked up happily and said, "How do you plan to hide me?"
Yu Siqiao's eyes darkened as he looked at her blossom-like smiling face. He let out a light huff, bowed his head, and sealed her red lips with a kiss.
Mo Shu smiled back slightly, responding with her arms gradually embracing his waist.
After a moment, Mo Shu pushed him away and said, "Today is Grandpa's birthday banquet. Is this the important thing you mentioned?"
"Isn't it important?" Yu Siqiao lowered his voice, gazing at her luminous face, feeling as if his soul was about to be lured away by her. He bent down to kiss her again and said, "You little siren, so many people were watching you just now. Don't you know to stay in a place with fewer people?"
