Endless Pampering Only For You

As Mu Xiaoxiao peeled her eyes open slowly, the image of Yin Shaojie sitting behind a desk greeted her.

He had on some earphones, and his sexy lips mumbled something in a foreign language in a beautiful accent. His profile looked devilishly handsome, and the way his body was bathed in the sunlight looked breathtaking.

She sat up before realizing that she had been lying down and covered by a blanket.

“Jie, what are you doing?” she called out softly as she crossed her legs and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

The language he was speaking in didn’t seem like English because she couldn’t understand a single thing, and it also sounded weird.

Oh yeah! It sounded a bit like French.

Could Yin Shaojie speak French too?

Yin Shaojie only shot her a glance before resuming his conversation with the person on the other side. From the way he was looking at the screen, it seemed like he was on a video chat with someone.

Mu Xiaoxiao was curious. Getting off the sofa, she crept forward stealthily on her bare feet, not even bothering to put on slippers.

“What are you doing?” Quizzical, she craned her neck to look.

What was he being so serious over? Was he trying to pick up hot chicks? His expression didn’t seem so, however.

Yin Shaojie used a hand to block her face, preventing her observation before quickly closing the video window. “Mu Xiaoxiao, where are your manners? How dare you spy on me?” he said as he looked askance at her.

Mu Xiaoxiao pouted. “What’s so mysterious that you have to hide it away from me? Who are you talking to?”

“It’s a secret!” Yin Shaojie pinched her little nose.

“What was that language you were speaking in just now?” she asked. By then, he had already switched his laptop off and pulled her over to the sofa.

“French.”

Mu Xiaoxiao was surprised. It was really French, but she was still confused. “When did you learn French? Why don’t I know about it?”

“There are many things you still don’t know! How much of me do you think you know?” Yin Shaojie said while laughing. Ever since Mu Xiaoxiao had departed for the States, the time they spent together decreased. This, in addition to the onset of puberty and the lack of involvement in each other’s lives, caused them to not understand many things about the other.

Mu Xiaoxiao thought this was logical. He was also in the dark about what she had done in America.

“How many languages do you know then?” she asked curiously.

Yin Shaojie obviously knew Mandarin and English, for he had received an elite education since he was little, and they had already known how to converse in English when they were kids.

It was her exposure to English as a child that had saved her from facing a language barrier when she went to America.

“About five or six,” Yin Shaojie replied carelessly, not bothering to count properly.

Mu Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened, stunned. “Five or six? That’s amazing!”

Yin Shaojie smirked proudly and waggled his eyebrows at her. “You only know this now?”

Mu Xiaoxiao sat on the sofa and crossed her legs out of habit. Pulling a pillow into her embrace, she gazed at him and said, her voice full of emotion, “Jie, it seems like I don’t understand you anymore.”

She had only been in America for a few years, but he had already changed so much. Not only was he a massive flirt, but he had also become so awesome. It seemed as though he had more than a few secrets, which made him feel strange to her.

Suddenly, Yin Shaojie leaned forward. His face, so handsome that it could incur the indignation of both man and God, was mere centimeters from hers.

“Want to get to know me better?” he asked, his sexy voice sounding suggestive.

Caught off guard, Mu Xiaoxiao accidentally gazed into his inky black eyes. It seemed to hold so much depth, and she felt like they were trying to pull her in.