C36 Song Jue Yi of the Chef

Ouyang Muhan was breathing heavily and trying her best to roll her eyes at Soong Jueyi.

Soong Jueyi's fingers rubbed back and forth on her shoulder, affecting every inch of Ouyang Muhan's senses. She couldn't help but shiver.

"Soong Jueyi, if it's possible, I would really like to take a knife and hack you into pieces." Ouyang Muhan said calmly