Chapter 972 - 991: Are You Going to Kiss Me and Then Say: "The Mung Bean Cake Is So Sweet"?

The square mung bean cakes were made from pure, ground mung bean flour. The fine, soft powder was mixed with a tiny amount of honey, combining nature’s pure sweetness with the refreshing fragrance of the mung beans. Pressed into delicate molds and steamed, the result was a flawless and delicious treat.

Right now, however, this small piece of mung bean cake had clearly taken on a completely different meaning—because it was the very last piece from the plate Mo Chengyu had brought over.

Mo Si had claimed he was hungry, lured in by the scent of the mung bean cakes and craving a bite. Yet, when Qiuqiu offered him the final piece, he refused it.

"You eat it," he said.

Hmm. Tsk.

Qiuqiu blinked, taking stock of the situation, and restated the obvious. "But this is the last piece."

"I just had some, and I’m full now. You have it."

Reaching out, she held the tender green cake right in front of Mo Si’s face.

Mo Si thought, "I miscalculated."

Honestly, what tough guy would actually enjoy such a powdery, sweet pastry? If he had room in his stomach, he’d rather save it to eat more of Qiuqiu’s diced bamboo shoots and Bibi Beast Meat later. Saying he wanted to eat the cake was merely an excuse.

As his unspeakable little scheme flashed through his mind and fell flat, Mo Si opened his mouth, unable to reject his lover’s care.

The mung bean cake was sweet on his tongue, but before he could fully savor its natural flavor, Qiuqiu pressed the pad of her finger against his lips.

To Mo Si, this was a highly provocative move. He looked at her, wondering why she was playing with fire in broad daylight.

Qiuqiu gripped his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes. Before the cake could even melt in his mouth, she whispered softly into his ear, "Did you want me to eat this mung bean cake just now... and then you’d suddenly say, ’Actually, I want to taste the mung bean cake too’!"

Then would come everyone’s favorite romantic cliché. The tall, handsome man would lean down, tilt the woman’s chin up, and kiss her deeply, as if to steal all the breath from her lungs. Then he’d lick his lips in satisfaction, the corners of his eyes flushed red with desire, and declare, ’The mung bean cake is so sweet!’

"Is that what you were thinking?" she asked.

Mo Si’s gaze tightened, clearly caught red-handed in his secret thoughts.

Seeing his surprised expression, Qiuqiu couldn’t help but burst into laughter. "You’re so cute," she said.

Mo Si had always rejected the word "cute." He much preferred the word "formidable."

The atmosphere in the kitchen gradually grew thick and sweet with affection. Only the unaware robot remained oblivious, tirelessly carrying out its programmed tasks.

A moment later, Qiuqiu suddenly asked him, "Have you finished the mung bean cake?"

Of course he had. The tiny square melted in the mouth, and it had been long enough. But before he could even reply, she provocatively hooked her finger under his chin.

"Let me check!"

If eating was a physical satisfaction, then at this moment, Mo Si received immense emotional satisfaction. A light, shallow kiss from Qiuqiu could never fully satisfy him.

The initiator quickly became the passive party as his hands slid up to hold her back tightly. Like the protagonists of countless romance novels, one looking up and the other looking down, their breaths, their love, and their senses completely intertwined.

Meanwhile, Mo Chengyu had just opened a new box of pastries. Thinking that Mo Si and Qiuqiu hadn’t eaten any yet, she was planning to bring some over.

Instead, she saw the two of them kissing passionately under the kitchen lights.

This was the first time she had ever directly witnessed Mo Si engaging in such an intimate act with anyone.

How intense.