C879 Chapter 879

Time ticked by. Under Mo Jian’s watchful gaze, Gui Gulan somehow managed to finish every last bite. Out of habit, she lifted her sleeve to wipe her mouth, but her hand was stopped. A handkerchief brushed gently across her lips, wiping away the grease. Soft words drifted by her ear, and warm breath grazed the side of her neck—tingly, maddeningly ticklish..