Mo Shili sat nearby, occasionally glancing in their direction, but he did not say a word. Every time a smile appeared on Mo Qingyi's face, his expression would subconsciously soften and his lips would curl into a gentle smile.
When the Beggar's Chicken was done, Mo Qingyi feasted on it, eating until she was satisfied. Mo Shili walked over with a smile and dug out a brocade handkerchief to gently wipe her face and lips. Mo Qingyi held the oily chicken thigh to Mo Shili's mouth, and he smiled fondly and took a bite.
'How cheesy.' Ling Chuxi watched them, the corners of her lips twitching. These two people were shamelessly showing off their love! An image suddenly flashed in Ling Chuxi's mind: the silver haired, purple eyed Huangfu Qingjue. 'What is wrong with me?' Ling Chuxi was shocked by her thoughts and immediately shook her head to regain her senses.
"Ling Chuxi," Mo Shili called out suddenly.
"Ah, here, Senior!" Ling Chuxi immediately replied.