He led her to the snowman, and Shen Mosheng pointed at the glass cabinet, patiently explaining, "I've done some treatments to the outside glass cabinet; it now acts as a miniature cold storage."
Han Yingying's eyes shone with admiration as she looked at him, "Great god, please accept my admiration."
"It's just a trifle."
"It may be a trifle for the great god, but for a small fry like me, it's a huge feat." After all, Han Yingying was someone who couldn't even understand parallel and series circuits, let alone make a refrigeration storage by herself.
"If you're interested, I can teach you."
"No need, I have you."
Watching her tilt her head up with a cute expression on her face, Shen Mosheng felt a surge of impulse, and his lips fell onto hers.
It turned out that one could become so uncontrollable, so insatiable.
Meeting Yingying, he discovered so many of his own flaws.
Yet, he had no intention of correcting them.
