Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? - Chapter 723

Chapter 723: If You Really Can’t, I’ll Be Gentler, En?

The Great Miss Ji did help somewhat; at least, when the cake needed to be decorated at the end, she came up with some ‘ideas and strategies.’

However, the problem was that midway, Ji Nuan refused to be idle. She took the opportunity presented and smeared the frosting and chocolate sauce onto Mo Jingshen. The man’s high quality shirt eventually became wrinkled from her efforts. It was stained with cream, blending into his white shirt, along with other coloured frosting. Under his helpless expression, he appeared an especially sorry figure.

Aside from Ji Nuan, no one could possibly imagine that one day Mo Jingshen would be bullied by a woman to this extent, yet, he did not dare to retaliate at all.

“This bakery’s fresh cream and cake batter ingredients are all great. The taste is sweet but not sickening.” Ji Nuan licked the cream off of her fingers and turned to poke fun at the man who had been bullied by her. “Did you prior make a visit to this place? Otherwise, how did you know that their cakes are so good?”

“Didn’t you insist on baking with me?” Mo Jingshen began to undo a few of the buttons on his shirt. “If I didn’t look for a bakery that suits your tastes, with your temper, who knows how much problem you’ll find to make life difficult for me.”

“Do I look like someone who would make life that difficult for you?”

The man had already undid the first three buttons of his shirt. However, as this was a bakery, and there were other people passing by the shop, it wasn’t suitable for him to take off his shirt. He glanced at her: “What do you think?”

She watched as his collarbones were gradually revealed, and glanced at his arms. The hem of his shirt had been untucked by her earlier efforts but, from her point of view, it made for a seductive addition.

Ah, this man was truly a feast for the eyes.

Ji Nuan took the opportunity while the pastry chef was away to circle her arms around his neck, hanging herself off of his body just like this. She was unbothered as her clothes became stained with cream and stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss against his cheek.

“Back then, in T City, did you personally make those twenty-one cakes one by one just like this? Ah, but at the time, those were all wasted by me. You were completely unruffled and didn’t even think to tell me that they were made by you.” She watched his narrowed eyes and felt remorse for her own temper back then. “But I didn’t manage to learn to bake at all today. Originally, I planned to make thirty cakes for your birthday as well, but it seems like that plan can’t be used. I better look for an alternative method.”

He clearly knew that this little woman was being crafty; she had no plans of baking him any cake, yet she found a bunch of half-hearted reasons to excuse herself.

Mo Jingshen’s gaze darkened as he reached up to hold her waist.

Yet, Ji Nuan, who didn’t know death even as it was staring her in the eyes, continued nagging endlessly.

“This is good enough for my birthday. I’m not a child anyway. This isn’t a special anniversary or year. Spending time with you on this island is already the best present for me. I don’t need anything else.” In order to express that she wasn’t actually that shameless, Ji Nuan kindly added another line. “But in order to express your sincerity, you can still… hey, Mo Jingshen, put me down!”

This man, who had seen all sorts of worldly affairs, was completely unashamed of his doting ways. He even pressed his palm against her waist, causing her to scramble to pull herself up against him, in case she fell.

“To express your sincerity, you’re not allowed to make me sleep on the sofa tonight. Otherwise, even if we’re on the sofa, I’ll still be able to eat you up.”

His lips pressed against her ears as he spoke seductively. The slight increase in volume for his last words contained his low chuckle and pleasure from returning an eye for an eye.

“You should know it as well. When I don’t plan to touch you, even if I hold you to sleep, I’ll at most contain some ‘good things’ in my pants. I definitely won’t touch you. But if you make me impatient, I won’t care if you’re in your recovery period. At most, I’ll be gentler, en?”

When he mentioned the ‘good things’ in his pocket, Ji Nuan’s cheeks immediately turned scarlet red. His next line caused her to directly bury her face into his neck.

At the time, how could she have been so dumb to ask a question like that.

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The Diary of a Pastry Chef:

The legendary Mr. Mo brought his wife here today to bake a cake, to celebrate his beautiful wife’s birthday. All of our employees are on leave today, and I’m left alone to accompany them to bake.

Perhaps it is because baking a cake isn’t that difficult; otherwise, why does it seem like Mr. Mo is becoming more energetic as he progresses?

Midway, I headed out to retrieve some things. When I returned, I saw that Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo were actually covered in fresh cream. Although the cake they prepared was unharmed, it seems like this married couple had used the prepared cream to have a ‘Big Fresh Cream Fight.’

I wonder if there are more mosquitoes today due to the hot and humid weather. Otherwise, why would there be a few red, swollen marks on Mrs. Mo’s neck… the air-conditioning in this bakery is set to a suitable temperature. The hygiene conditions are also good. Typically, even a fly won’t be able to enter. Is it because mosquitoes are smaller, so they managed to fly in?

To express the apology on our shop’s behalf, I specially brought out an especially effective bottle of mosquito repellent I typically carry with me and offered it to Mrs. Mo. I also loudly expressed my sympathy for the pain the evil mosquitoes have caused her, and my disbelief that these ridiculous mosquitoes were actually able to make by way in—

I could not understand. At this moment, Mrs. Mo’s suddenly blushed and turned to glare at Mr. Mo.

And when I turned to look at Mr. Mo, he turned around to continue seriously decorating the birthday cake in front of him.

Eh? It seems like the cake is much more important that the mosquito bites on Mrs. Mo?

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They stayed on the island for another three days.

On the afternoon of the third day, as they were setting off for America tomorrow afternoon with the next stop of their travels set to New York, followed by the places she previously studied in America, Ji Nuan stayed in her room to research the routes they should take. After all, although she had been in Los Angeles several times since, she never once visited those places. She researched where to go first and where to go after.

In the short few days that had passed, they rarely ate the various feasts prepared by the hotel. Aside from enjoying the fresh seafood, most of the time, Mo Jingshen personally cooked to satisfy her appetite. Ji Nuan had at least gained one kilogram in weight.

Earlier, Mo Jingshen had left to receive a phone call from the company. Since she didn’t have much to do in the room, she went downstairs to lay on a deck chair by the pool, scrolling through her iPad.

In fact, there was no need to do much research. After all, Mo Jingshen seemed to be an expert in languages. There was also a Shine branch company in almost every country. Wherever they went, there were cars arranged to pick them up and bring them around. They would also send the best people to be in charge of their travels and accompany them. However, Ji Nuan wanted more freedom and wanted to arrange things herself.