Just as Huang Yueli was letting her imagination roam freely, a scorching warm chest plastered against her back.
Without waiting for her response, a pair of sturdy arms held her around her waist and locked her into an embrace.
"Li'er, why are you stoning here alone? Why didn't you send me the food personally?" A familiar low pitch hoarse voice rang beside her ear, with some sense of temptation.
Huang Yueli shockingly turned around, "Li Moying?"
The man showed a sign of unhappiness at her shocked expression, "Why this shocked expression? Besides me, who else would it be?"
Huang Yueli shook her head, Nothing. Have you finished your discussion with Mo Yi and the rest?"
Earlier, she really did have a misperception because Mu Chengying had the exact same habit of suddenly hugging her from behind when she was in a daze, leaving her with no chance of hiding…..
It was obvious that she had thought too much.
