After the two sat down, a waitress in a cheongsam walked in and asked with a smile, "Are all your guests here?"
Mo Xiaoyan nodded, took the menu handed to her by the waitress, opened it, leaned over, and asked sweetly, "Brother-in-law, what would you like to eat?"
She leaned very close, her silky long hair brushing against the back of Ye Fan's hand. Ye Fan discreetly drew back his hand.
But Mo Xiaoyan laughed inwardly, thinking, "Where else can you hide, dear brother-in-law?" and leaned in again.
Her arm, like a lotus root, pressed against Ye Fan's arm, cool and smooth. Ye Fan wanted to avoid it but found he was already at the edge of his seat, with nowhere to escape.
The subtle fragrance from Mo Xiaoyan and the smooth touch on his arm made Ye Fan feel a bit itchy, but he couldn't do anything about it except smile wryly, thinking it wasn't a big deal, so just let her be.
Mo Xiaoyan secretly smiled with satisfaction.
