When Hua Ping spoke the words "Young Master Mo," they carried a soft, alluring sweetness, as though her voice had changed entirely.
Mo Hua drew a slight breath, every hair on his body standing on end. He had no idea what expression he should wear.
Hua Ping smiled. "Young Master Mo, please sit."
Mo Hua remained standing.
Still wearing a false smile, Hua Ping repeated herself. "Sit."
Mo Hua slowly sat down.
Bai Zixi glanced at Mo Hua, then at Hua Ping, and asked, "Are you two so close?"
"Of course..." Hua Ping said with a smile. "Young Master Mo and I were old acquaintances back in the Great Wilderness. Our friendship ran deep..."
As she spoke, she extended her fair right hand, used a jade pick to spear a slice of fruit from the table, cupped her left hand beneath it, and brought it to Mo Hua's lips. Shy and coy, she said:
"Young Master Mo, please..."
Stormy waves surged through Mo Hua's heart.
Was this woman... sick in the head?
She was feeding me fruit?
Was it poisoned?!
Mo Hua narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the fruit in Hua Ping's hand.
Seeing his expression, Hua Ping restrained her temper and said, "It's not poisoned."
You say it isn't poisoned, and that makes it unpoisoned? Mo Hua grumbled inwardly, but he still did not open his mouth.
In an instant, Hua Ping's gaze turned so icy that she looked ready to kill someone. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Eat!"
Mo Hua fell silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth.
Hua Ping immediately stuffed the fruit into his mouth, then instantly changed her expression again and asked with a beaming smile:
"Young Master Mo, is it sweet?"
Sweet my ass.
Bai Zixi watched the two of