Upon hearing this, Su Yichen unconsciously lowered his head slightly, shifting his gaze to the coffee cup on the desk.
The cup was light brown, very similar in color to the curtains in Mo Qingqiu’s office.
The coffee inside seemed to have been mixed with milk, forming a brownish-white blend, but it wasn’t very even—clearly it hadn’t been stirred. A thin layer of foam sat on top.
Just by taking a light sniff, he could catch the enticing aroma of coffee mixed with milk.
“How could I refuse? Senior Sister Qingqiu’s coffee sounds wonderful.”
Su Yichen smiled gently, picked up the coffee cup, and slowly stirred it with a spoon until the brownish-white mixture was nearly completely blended.
Then he raised the cup to about the same height as his lips, tilted his head back slightly, and pressed his thin, rosy lips against the rim, taking a small sip.
Mo Qingqiu was standing by the desk, casually flipping through some documents. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught this scene and couldn’t help but direct her gaze at Su Yichen.
Elegant.
Even Mo Qingqiu, who had been strictly trained in etiquette since childhood, couldn’t hide the admiration and amazement in her eyes as she watched Su Yichen’s movements.
So beautiful.
Even her mother, that stubbornly old-fashioned woman, would probably nod in approval if she saw Su Yichen’s actions.
Watching the coffee enter Su Yichen’s mouth, seeing his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed, Mo Qingqiu’s painted brows unconsciously lifted.
She looked away and refocused on the papers in her hands.
After reading several documents, while inwardly marveling at Su Yichen’s high work efficiency, she also took a few glances at the handwriting on them.
The font wasn’t any style Mo Qingqiu had seen before, but the aesthetic pleasure it gave her was no less than the famous calligraphy she remembered.
Setting down the papers, Mo Qingqiu turned her gaze to Su Yichen’s face.
She knew how stunning he would look without his glasses.
Even just sitting there in silence, he was a quiet, composed beautiful youth.
How could this be an ordinary boy from a humble background? He was a born aristocrat.
Compared to those foreign scions who prided themselves on elegance and superiority, Su Yichen was far superior.
Just that tranquility alone was something they couldn’t learn at his age.
In Mo Qingqiu’s eyes, they were nothing but restless and noisy.
The girl watched as he set down the coffee cup and casually opened a book with a black cover on the table.
She instinctively glanced at the bookshelf behind Su Yichen. On the third shelf, fourth slot from the left, one book was missing.
The book in that spot was…
The Birth of Tragedy.
“How does it taste?”
“Very good.”
In less than a minute, Su Yichen had already drunk nearly half of the coffee.
“This coffee isn’t cheap, is it, Senior Sister Qingqiu?”
“It’s okay, I have plenty.”
“Senior Sister Qingqiu, if you keep staring at me like that, I’ll think we’re in love.”
Su Yichen took off his glasses, revealing a bright smile that could make any girl lose herself for a moment.
“You rejected me just yesterday.”
Mo Qingqiu was dazed for a second, then smiled and said:
“You know how handsome you are.”
“I don’t think anyone would hate looking at you. I’m no exception.”
“Why do you always wear glasses? Can I take a look?”
“If you ask.”
His voice was still so pleasant.
“Of course.”
“Junior Brother Yichen really knows how to talk.”
Mo Qingqiu picked up the glasses and examined them carefully, but she couldn’t see anything different about them.
Yet why was there such a huge difference between wearing them and not?
“That little mouth of yours has probably tricked plenty of girls, hasn’t it?”
“No, you know we’re alike.”
Su Yichen swirled the spoon. The metal spoon against the porcelain coffee cup made a crisp clink sound.
The rhythm and cadence were soothing, and the volume was just right.
“People like us don’t easily reveal our true feelings.”
“So… I’m only like this with you, Sister Qingqiu.”
“Until I fall for someone else.”
“…Junior Brother, saying that—aren’t you afraid I’ll be disappointed?”
Mo Qingqiu narrowed her eyes and chuckled.
“Sister Qingqiu, I don’t know if you like me, but I won’t lie to you.”
“Just like this cup of coffee.”
With that, Su Yichen tilted his head back and downed the rest of the coffee in one gulp.
“You understand me. I hold nothing back in front of you.”
“Thank you for the coffee, Senior Sister Qingqiu.”
“This will be the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.”
Mo Qingqiu left, taking the coffee cup with her.
The office was left with only Su Yichen.
Frowning, Su Yichen asked:
“Huohua, Mo Qingqiu’s love value still hasn’t moved, has it?”
“That’s right, Mr. Su~”
“We kissed yesterday, I said sweet words… So why is she as stubborn as I am?”
Su Yichen sighed, leaned back on the sofa, and yawned.
“I guess it’s because she knows.”
“This woman simply doesn’t trust me right now.”
“How about you try sleeping with her, Mr. Su?”
Huohua offered her opinion.
“You’ve tried that before, haven’t you?”
“I remember it was that Emo Xiaoxuemei who forcibly pushed you down in the classroom, and then… well…”
“The teacher was still lecturing at the podium! And there were so many classmates~”
“The love value jumped by forty points in one go! It was a direct conquest~”
“That was because she had that particular preference, and I catered to it.”
“Can you imagine a girl who hasn’t even reached adulthood—an innocent young lady—enjoying something that exciting?”
Su Yichen rubbed his forehead as if recalling some unpleasant memory.
“If I hadn’t discovered it by chance…”
“I would never have known her XP was like that. I was stunned at the time, and she was the most famous girl in school…”
As he spoke, Su Yichen picked up the water cup on the desk with one hand, intending to get some water. But when he tried to stand, his legs went weak and wouldn’t cooperate.
Huh?
“Huh?”
He recalled the several yawns he’d just had, and that cup of coffee.
No way?
“What’s wrong, Mr. Su? Mr. Su?!”
Little spark’s voice was tinged with worry—and a little excitement.
“This familiar feeling… unless I’m mistaken, I’ve been drugged.”
Su Yichen simply lay down on the sofa, positioning himself in a posture that was very convenient for being taken.
He even considerately used his last bit of strength to flatten the sofa a little.
Soon, his consciousness grew heavy. His eyelids could no longer hold out, and slowly closed.
‘What a secretly lecherous woman.’
‘I’ll let you have your fun, alright?’
‘Just hope you remember to close the door and protect your privacy. If it gets out… little kitty will be in trouble.’
Wait!
It’s only the second day, and she can’t resist drugging me already?
Is she that desperate?
Is she a succubus or does she have sex addiction?
With those final thoughts, Su Yichen drifted into a drowsy sleep.
The office was left with only soft, steady breathing.
Looks like [Dandelion] was still too conservative…