Mo Si's cooking skills were indeed quite good. The two enjoyed a pleasant lunch together before Little President Qian sent a message, saying he was preparing for a joint online meeting. He wanted Qiuqiu to touch base with the people from the Sixth Legion in a brief meeting.
Since Qiuqiu also wanted to produce more food data to store up, the two headed over to her courtyard home.
Mo Si kept hovering around Qiuqiu. He was much clingier than usual.
He was clingy to a fault, making Qiuqiu unable to resist teasing him. "Are you an O.P.? I never thought you were this clingy with me before."
"What does O.P. mean?"
She rested her chin on his shoulder. "It stands for 'old pervert.'"
Her warm breath brushed against his ear, ticklish and warm...
This caught Mo Si, who had been about to retort, completely off guard. He pulled Qiuqiu straight into his arms and kissed her on the cheek, but it wasn't enough.
He felt a little panicked.
