Chapter 104: Chapter 103: A Particularly Awkward Situation

Ye Jinwen sneaked a glance at Xiao Qimo and was speechless.

This whole act of a husband briefing his wife before going on a business trip, what was this nonsense!

Lu Mian might not even care about you!

Xiao Qimo didn’t pay him any heed, standing there quietly with his thin lips hooked slightly, his deep eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses focused intently on the girl.

She must have felt the intensity of his gaze.

Lu Mian expressionlessly stuffed two hamburgers into her pocket and nodded coolly.

“Oh, there really are.”

The delicate features of Xiao Qimo’s handsome face immediately showed his good mood.

This little brat finally showed some human touch.

Just as he was about to tilt his head to wait for her instructions, he saw the girl three steps away from him, her brows and eyes painted with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. She stepped forward two paces.

The tall figure was momentarily stunned, and Xiao Qimo slowly narrowed his eyes.

As he was wondering what Lu Mian meant, his slightly gathered eyes caught her extending her hand, her delicate white index finger hooking onto his belt.

She used a bit of force, and he, as if possessed, took a step forward.

Their fingers and abdomen muscles were separated by a thin layer of shirt fabric, touching in a faint and nearly indistinguishable manner, a strangely unfamiliar experience that caused Xiao Qimo’s heart rate to suddenly increase along with a brief dizziness.

Yeah, he was also drunk.

Drunk on that face which seemed to mock the world, caught in her light, shallow smile.

Next to him, Ye Jinwen went “wow” in excitement, clenching his fists, screaming internally in ecstasy.

This, this… was this like seeing two unyielding iron trees bloom at the same time?

I say goodbye to you with a kiss, in the deserted street.

He automatically added background music in his head.

While he was fantasizing about a scene with more restricted content in his mind, he heard the girl’s gentle chuckle.

She said, “Director Qimo, your belt buckle… it’s undone.”

The belt buckle… undone.

Was this… her instruction?

The well-mannered man’s handsome face visibly collapsed, his slightly narrowed eyes tinged with unspoken emotions.

His breath also became heavier.

In the ensuing silence, he heard a soft “click” as the girl’s fingertips gently repaired the buckle for him.

“It wouldn’t be good for others to see it during your business trip,” she said with a laugh, already stepping back three paces.

Her hands returned to her pockets.

Xiao Qimo saw her fingers move slightly; she must have wrapped around those two hamburgers.

He respectably pursed his lips, remaining still as a rock.

Ye Jinwen’s mentally constructed image had already shattered into a QR code.

Little Mianmian, you really are one of a kind!

To be so blunt with such words!

I don’t know why Qimo’s belt buckle coincidentally came undone, and I don’t dare to ask.

In any case, he felt all over awkward, just wanting to find a hole to crawl into.

In such a massively embarrassing scene, probably only Qimo, who wouldn’t bat an eyelid even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, could hold it together.

As Ye Jinwen was looking down to find a crack in the ground, the genteel man handed over the bag of clear soup, and he instinctively accepted it, only to see Xiao Qimo lift a finger.

The man pinched his tall nose and then casually took off his gold-wire glasses.

He pulled out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket and began gently wiping the lenses in a meticulous, slow motion, like a scene from a film.

Ye Jinwen felt the hairs stand up all over his body.

Perhaps others thought Xiao Qimo was trying to ease the awkwardness, but he knew that Qimo was taking off his glasses!

He was well aware that Qimo’s nearsightedness was negligible. The only reason he wore glasses was to hide the sharpness in his eyes.

With glasses on, he was the very picture of elegance.

Without glasses, he was a devil from hell.

Qimo couldn’t possibly be so embarrassed that he’d kill Lu Mian to keep her quiet, could he?

While he was lost in his wild thoughts, Xiao Qimo had already cleaned the glasses and put them back on. The whole process was brief, taking just over a dozen seconds.

Ye Jinwen heaved a sigh of relief.

The next second, however, he heard Xiao Qimo’s dangerous tone, slow and methodical, “Lu Mian, do you know what it means for a woman to fasten a man’s belt?”