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He saw that her delicate palms were red. Silently, he held out his hand, indicating that she should give him the cucumber.

"Mr. Ye, it's not done."

"Hand it over!" His voice was cold and hard. She stopped talking and handed him the cucumber.

She knew it when he looked at her palm, so she didn't know what it was like when he rubbed the cucumber thorns away with his palm.

Gratitude? Moved? Or something, in short, as if for a moment it could not be completely calm.

Although Xia Yihan was said to be the assistant, she actually did very few things. Most of them were done by Ye Mo.

The dishes he cooked all looked simple, but they were tasty. He just didn't know what the taste was like.

"Go get a bowl!" he ordered.

Xia Yihan went to the cupboard and took out a bowl and a spoon.

Ye Mo pointed to the porridge and added a bowl of shrimp soup.

"Taste it, is it good to eat?" Ye Mo said.

"This …"

He made this for his mother. Xia Yihan felt like she didn't have the right to eat it.

His eyes were firm, and at the same time, they were filled with anticipation.

It was as if she saw a little boy who wanted to make her mother happy and couldn't bear to say a single word of displeasure. Of course, she couldn't say no to what he wanted her to do.

Xia Yihan took the bowl, scooped a spoonful of soup, and put it in her mouth. She truly felt the fragrance was refreshing and smooth.

As he chewed, the flavors of the various ingredients merged together, giving him an endless aftertaste.

"How is it?" When Ye Mo asked, there was a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Delicious!" Your mother will like it. " Xia Yihan replied with a smile.

Even though he had done so many things against her, even at his instigation, she had to swing the knife at her wrist.

At this moment, she had completely forgotten about those things. In front of her eyes was a very simple and filial son, which was why she sincerely smiled at him.

Her appreciative gaze seemed to be more than just a bowl of broth; it seemed to contain something else. Seeing her squinting almond eyes, Leaf Mo was stunned, then said in all seriousness, "My mom likes eating light flavors. Try it again, will it be salty?"

"En!" Xia Yihan nodded, scooped another spoonful, and carefully savored it.

She tapped her tongue twice and licked the soup on her lips with great seriousness. Her serious face and seductive actions made Ye Mo, who was staring at his mouth, twitch.

"Let me try." He took the bowl from her.

She thought he was going to lower his head and drink the soup, but he dropped the bowl on the counter next to him, and then, without warning, he lowered his head and put his arms around her, pressing his lips against her tender lips as she drank the soup.

Her lips became the food he tasted, and he greedily sucked at her, devouring her.

Xia Yihan's blood immediately rushed to her head. The moment he approached and kissed her, her heart seemed to be beating uncontrollably.

She tried to stop him from kissing her, her hands pressed between their bodies, unable to move.

He put a thick arm around her waist and lifted her closer to him.

No matter how much she resisted, he still forcefully kissed her to the end. Using her lips and tongue, she swept them wildly in her mouth. The passionate kiss was like an intense storm destroying soft and tender flowers. Xia Yihan was gradually being defeated.

She had been drained of oxygen, and her head was dizzy, unable to tell if it was comfortable or uncomfortable.

Mo Xiaojun had never kissed her like this before, so when her heart was pounding, she didn't know what to do.