His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Rong Mo was broodier the more she thought about it and wanted to avoid Shang Mo as much as possible.

That morning, Rong Mo headed downstairs to find Shang Mo seated at the dining table and Granny Shang was not around. Instantly, Rong Mo wanted to double back and pretend that she had not headed down yet.

However, Shang Mo had already caught sight of her and asked, "Why are you so late?"

The caught Rong Mo could only force herself to head over and reply coldly, "Slept later than usual last night."

That was the truth. For the past couple of days, scattered images would pop into her mind each time she fell asleep, causing her to jolt awake in fright.

She looked left and right before asking, "Where's granny?"

Shang Mo eyed her from head to toe. "Gone to visit the granny of the Wang Family."

"Oh," Rong Mo replied softly, trying to cook up an excuse to leave when Shang Mo asked again, "What are you still standing there for?"

The helper had already brought out her breakfast and hence, Rong Mo had no choice but to sit down, choosing the seat furthest from Shang Mo.

Raising her head, she looked at Shang Mo who was opposite her. Unlike normally, he was wearing casual clothes today as he sat on the chair lazily yet gracefully. Coupled with that handsome face of his… he was thoroughly emanating pheromones.

But what a pity - this was a pervert who swung both ways!

When Shang Mo noticed how Rong Mo was sizing himself up, his eyes flashed with a trace of nervousness.

Raising his head, he looked at the pure face of Rong Mo and said coldly, "Be punctual for breakfast in the future."

A little later and it'll be past breakfast - that will be bad for her body.

"Ok," Rong Mo replied softly before focusing on her breakfast.

Using her side eye, she glanced at Shang Mo again - he was leaning back against his chair and reading the news with his laptop.

Rong Mo then heaved a sigh of relief, hoping that she was overthinking things and that even if Shang Mo swung both ways, he wouldn't go for just anyone.

Breakfast at the Shangs was always a fusion of east and west.

Rong Mo wasn't a picky eater, but she didn't like milk at all, especially warm milk.

However, she was prepared a glass of milk today.

Shang Mo raised his head to find her frowning at the milk in disdain. Narrowing his gaze, he commanded authoritatively, "Don't be picky. Milk can help to boost one's health."

Rong Mo did not say anything more as she took the milk over and sipped it.

Now, it was Shang Mo's turn to glance at Rong Mo with his side eye.

She was drinking really slowly as she forced herself to sip the milk with the side of her mouth. It didn't take long before her lips were filled with milk.

Sensing the milk remaining on her lips, she licked it with her tender tongue.

Thereafter, she continued sipping. Even though she was still somewhat turned off, she forced herself to gulp the entire thing down with a single breath.

She held the last mouthful in her mouth and puffed her cheeks before slowly swallowing it. As she licked her lips, it brought about a different sort of image that was deliberately sensual…

Sensing Shang Mo's gaze, Rong Mo turned to look at him and smiled after she was done, as though replying him that she was done.

That obedient look on her face had Shang Mo speechless: "…"

Was she doing that action earlier on purpose to seduce him…?

But yet, why did he have a feeling as though she was tempting HIM into seducing her?