Chapter 77 - Running Away (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

She knew he was frivolous and loved to teased her but she still couldn’t help getting angry.

Especially when his dark eyes looked purposefully at her lower abdomen and threw her an evil smirk. She subconsciously put her legs together.

“Pervert!” She blushed and glared at him, her head down in frustration. Without waiting for him to say anything, she pushed the car door open and fled in a panic.

Mu Sihan laughed and caught up to her, his toned arm fell naturally across her shoulders. “Aren’t you the one who said you wanted to cook noodles for me?”

Nan Zhi pushed off his annoying arm and walked to the elevator.

Mu Sihan walked behind her and put his handsome face by her ear, his well-defined jaw resting on her shoulder. His tongue tip slid over her earlobe gently and he gave a low laugh. “It is the bottom, am I wrong?”

Nan Zhi shuddered and her body stiffened up. It was like she had been licked by a snake’s tongue and her hair stood on end. She pushed him away, wanting to stand to the side but he stretched his long arm and pulled her back into his embrace.

His chin was still on her shoulder. “I didn’t eat, my stomach hurts.”

Nan Zhi furrowed her eyebrows, wanting to say something but heard his slightly husky voice in her ear. “I want to eat you up…”

Before he had finished speaking, she elbowed him in the chest.

“Why are you so despicable?”

The elevator door opened and a neighbour holding her grandson walked out.

The woman had overheard the conversation between Nan Zhi and Mu Sihan. When she came out, she looked at the both of them strangely and pulled her grandson closer to her.

As she led the child away, Nan Zhi heard the auntie muttering in a dissatisfied manner, “Young people nowadays are becoming more and more open-minded. Xiaoman, you must be good when you grow up.”

Nan Zhi blushed hard.

She had not felt so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide inside in hibernation for the next few years.

When they went into the elevator, she glared at the man beside her who was acting like nothing had happened. In contrast, his usually cold expression was as innocent as a young lamb sent to slaughter. “You women are the ones who have too much imagination, and you dare to blame me?”