The time of the city

Chapter 209 Do you want to kiss me?

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky orange and red. At six o'clock in the afternoon, Ni Jiamu returned on time.

Inside, Mo Yu was squatting beside the coffee table, engrossed in a jigsaw puzzle. Her small hands deftly rummaged through the pile of pieces. When she heard the door open, she subconsciously glanced up, saw Ni Jiamu, and quickly lowered her head again, continuing to focus on her work.

Ni Jiamu walked behind her and stood quietly for a moment, his eyes softly watching Mo Yu's serious face. He tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers, then picked up a piece of the puzzle, handed it to Mo Yu, and said gently, "This is for this piece."

Mo Yu didn't appreciate it. She took the fragment and whispered, "I want to do it myself." Then she threw the fragment into the pile of debris.

Ni Jiamu smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand to pull Mo Yu up, "Okay, let's go out to eat today."

Even as she sat in the passenger seat of Ni Jiamu's car, Mo Yu's face was still filled with a look of disbelief and shock. She had originally thought that Ni Jiamu would forever imprison her in that isolated place, but she had never expected to see the light of day again.

The car sped along the winding road, and it took a long time to reach the city. Looking out the window at the bustling street scene, Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Ni Jiamu really had found a very secluded place to imprison her.

But then she thought again, if this were the case, wouldn't Ni Jiamu have to get up very early every day to go to work? Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she thought to herself, Ni Jiamu is really shooting himself in the foot.

Soon, the car pulled up to a French restaurant. Ni Jiamu politely opened the door for Mo Yu, and the two of them walked into the restaurant. The lights were soft, and melodious music filled the air. Ni Jiamu fluently communicated with the waiter in French and took his order.

While waiting for the food to be served, Mo Yu felt bored and awkward, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the tablecloth. Ni Jiamu observed her little movements and was the first to break the silence: "Did you have fun playing with Yueyue today?"

Mo Yu paused slightly, looked up at him, and replied briefly: "Not bad."

Ni Jiamu had a faint smile on his face and said softly, "Then I'll ask her to come and play with you often in the future."

Mo Yu tapped her fingers lightly on the table and asked, "Can't you just move back to the apartment? It'll be closer to work."

Hearing this, Ni Jiamu's smile grew even wider, his eyes gleaming with a different light. He leaned forward slightly, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing, "Are you concerned that I got up too early for work?"

Mo Yu snorted coldly and quickly turned her head to the side. She just didn't want to be trapped in that remote and deserted place.

When the dish arrived, Ni Jiamu skillfully picked up the knife and fork with graceful and smooth movements. He cut the steak into evenly sized pieces, gently pushed it in front of Mo Yu, and said gently, "Eat it."

Mo Yu looked at the steaks neatly arranged in front of her, paused for a moment, then reached out to pick up the fork, picked up a piece of steak, slowly put it into her mouth, and ate it one piece at a time.

Her eyes inadvertently swept over the medium-rare steak in front of Ni Jiamu. The surface was still covered with red blood, which looked particularly glaring under the light.

Ni Jiamu ate slowly and leisurely, each bite gracefully and calmly. As he moved, blood stained his lips, the bright red color appearing particularly alluring under the dim light.

At this moment, he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his whole body exuded a mysterious and charming temperament, just like an aristocratic vampire who walked out of ancient legends.

"Are you staring at my lips because you want to kiss me?" Ni Jiamu suddenly spoke in a low and magnetic voice. He raised his eyebrows and fixed his eyes on Mo Yu.

Mo Yu's eyes widened at the sudden words, her face flushed, and a surge of anger welled up in her. She immediately retorted, "You might as well just chew the steak with the cow in your arms!"

After saying that, she turned her head away angrily and stopped looking at Ni Jiamu. After hearing this, Ni Jiamu just smiled softly and said nothing more. A brief silence fell between the two of them, with only the melodious music in the restaurant flowing in the air.

After dinner, Ni Jiamu got up and walked out of the restaurant with Mo Yu. Mo Yu had thought they would go straight home, but after getting in the car, Ni Jiamu drove off in the opposite direction of the way they had come.

"Are we going anywhere else?" Mo Yu couldn't help but ask.

Ni Jiamu held the steering wheel steadily with both hands, his eyes focused on the front, and said calmly: "I'll take you to a place."

Mo Yu was filled with questions, her eyes fixed on the street scene passing by quickly outside the window. As the car drove on, the surroundings gradually became familiar.

Mo Yu suddenly realized where they were going, and her nerves instantly tensed up, and her heart began to beat uncontrollably.

Her hands unconsciously grasped the armrests of the chair, and her voice trembled a little: "Go back, what are you doing?"

Fear and anxiety spread in her heart. She didn't know what Ni Jiamu was going to do in that place.