Wen Qinxi sloughed back into his chair with his arms folded across his chest complaining, "Don't praise him otherwise he won't leave. Marshal didn't you come to have some coffee. How about l buy you a cup, hell l will even add a lemon poppyseed muffin if it means you will get lost?"
"No need, l am good with this one because l know you won't finish it as usual," he said before grabbing Zhao Xieshu's cup and sucked on the straw, his eyes fixed on the omega with a probing visual caress.
'Why the fuck is he flirting with me for?' thought Wen Qinxi looking away but the tip of his ears sold him out.
"Ah, it tastes so sweet," he said with amorous dark eyes that made Wen Qinxi's heart race. "Here," said the Marshal placing the tentra cup back at its original position having harvested an indirect kiss but Wen Qinxi refused.
"You are just trying to fuckin piss me off, don't you?" sweeping the Marshal a sideway glance.
