Buhui sat down beside him, her posture as perfect as if she were meditating. Mo Beichen glanced at her again but said nothing, listening intently to the speech from the stage.
Buhui sat with her body straight, feeling immense pressure, especially when Mo Beichen occasionally turned his head to look at her. She felt tense all over and unable to relax.
Seeing her as if facing a formidable enemy, Mo Beichen suddenly leaned over, whispering in her ear, "Relax, your tension is making me feel pressured."
His breath tickled her ear, and her face turned as red as a boiled lobster. Almost reflexively, she moved away and guardedly stared at Mo Beichen, only to find he made no further inappropriate moves.
She pursed her lips, "Mr. Mo, please listen to the speech."
Mo Beichen chuckled softly, folding his hands on his knees, watching her flushed cheeks.
