Suddenly, a pair of arms encircled her slender, supple waist, and two large, well-defined hands rested against her flat belly.
Tang Yue felt warmth spread through her body. She nestled deeper into the broad embrace, relaxing against him.
Mo Xie had keenly noticed the change in Tang Yue's mood. He had quietly stepped behind her and gathered her soft, voluptuous body into his arms, resting his chin on her fragrant shoulder and burying his face in her hair.
He greedily inhaled the delicate fragrance of her hair, his hands playfully squeezing her flat belly as his warm breath brushed her ear. He spoke softly.
"Sister Tang Yue, what are you thinking about?"
Feeling his hot breath against her ear, his hands kneading her belly, and hearing that rich, magnetic voice, Tang Yue went weak and melted into the embrace she never wanted to leave.
She reached down and gave the mischievous hands on her belly two swats, then turned her head slightly to shoot the man behind her an exasperated yet alluring glance.
With a helpless sigh, she quietly enjoyed the massage on her belly. Gazing out the window at the tense atmosphere in Bai Town, she spoke softly.
"Little Evil, do you think... the plague outbreak in Hangzhou really has something to do with the big guy?"
"What do you think?"
Mo Xie breathed in the delicate fragrance of her hair and kissed her ear. Instead of answering, he turned the question back on her.
At his words, Tang Yue grew dazed and shook her head blankly.
"I... I don't know."
Hearing that answer, Mo Xie stopped kissing her. His gaze deepened as he spoke evenly.
"You told me the big guy has no venom during his molting period. What you're really worried about is whether he can spread