"I can do it now," he added.
Mo Yinhe put down his chopsticks and began to unbutton his shirt, one by one, revealing his sensual collarbone and milky-white skin.
Si Mingjing, who was eating a steamed bun, almost bit her tongue. She quickly said, "I don't have time now. After breakfast, I need to take Xiaobai to school, and I have other things to do this morning. I'll come back and give you the acupuncture treatment after I'm finished."
Mo Yinhe paused his undressing, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Alright. I'll wait for you to come home."
The words "come home," though simple, resonated with the romantic implication of a husband waiting for his wife when spoken in his magnetic voice.
Si Mingjing's scalp prickled. She resolutely focused on her food, pretending not to understand the deeper meaning in his words.
Ye Nianbai, having finished his meal, casually slung his small backpack over one shoulder. "Jingjing, let's go!"
Si Mingjing had also finished eating.
