Chapter 1068: Chapter 1068: Wasabi Allergy ——Yin Mo, return to the South Sea, and I will marry you. Until dinner time, Yin Mo was still thinking about this sentence, as she looked at the sumptuous seafood dishes on the table. The seafood dishes were bought back by Ah Yong, and they were all the flavors Yin Mo liked. Outside the window, the moon rose as the day faded. He Chen sat across from her, lazily smoking, his dark eyes filled with the clear glow of the lights, watching Yin Mo without the slightest hint of boredom. Yin Mo loved seafood dishes; she never said it, but He Chen knew. Before long, Yin Mo ate a few slices of blanched squid and hesitated for a half second between the crab and abalone, ultimately choosing to eat the abalone first. Then, the plump crab was taken away by long, slender fingers. Yin Mo lifted her eyes, pursed her lips, and felt her heart warm. The man across from her had a cigarette between his lips, the wispy smoke blurring his handsome features, and he was half-squinting, handling the crab with an unfamiliar motion. He Chen noticed Yin Mo’s gaze and pressed the cigarette out in the crab shell, teasing her, “What are you looking at? Can’t I eat?” Yin Mo was used to his irreverence and handed him the mustard sauce, “This helps remove the fishy taste.” While handling the crab, He Chen looked at Yin Mo with a slight, almost invisible smile hidden in his eyes. He had seen many women throw themselves at him and many who showed concern for him, but none compared to a gesture or a look from Yin Mo. She was insecure and sensitive, rarely taking the initiative, yet that made her particularly enchanting and captivating. A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of He Chen’s lips, and in just a few minutes, he had finished handling the crab, placing a small plate of crab meat in front of Yin Mo. He pressed his fingertip down and saw faint traces of blood oozing from his finger under the bright light. Well, it’s the first time in his life he prepared crab meat for a woman, and his fingers got two holes. “Aren’t you eating?” Yin Mo looked at the plate of crab meat and then at He Chen, with a visible smile on her face. “I can’t eat this much.” He Chen took a towel and wiped his hands, nodding his chin as a signal, “Eat as much as you can; it’s not like you’re feeding a pig.” Yin Mo glanced at him, automatically ignoring the unpleasant remark. She picked up a piece of crab meat, dipped it in mustard sauce, and handed it to He Chen. Yin Mo held the chopsticks, while He Chen looked deeply at her. After a few seconds, just as Yin Mo was about to retract her hand, a bit disheartened, “Do you not…” like seafood? Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelꞁire.net Before she finished asking, the man grasped her wrist and leaned over to take the piece of crab meat with mustard sauce from her. Yin Mo gripped the chopsticks tightly, her cheeks slightly flushed. Even though they had kissed before, he didn’t mind biting the chopsticks she used. Such intimacy felt more tender than a physical touch. Yin Mo kept her head down, eating the crab meat in small bites, her eyes filled with a charming smile. Just three minutes later, He Chen discreetly buttoned up the collar of his shirt, “Take your time, nobody’s fighting you for it.” The moment Yin Mo looked up, she saw the man already rounding the corner of the table, walking straight out of the kitchen. She looked at the untouched food on the table with a puzzled expression, frowning, “You’re not eating anymore? Isn’t it to your taste?” The seafood noodles in front of where he sat hadn’t been touched. At this time, He Chen stood at the dining room door, nonchalantly beckoning her over, “Come here.” Yin Mo put down her chopsticks and walked over, unsure if it was because of the light, noticing some irregular red marks on He Chen’s handsome face and neck. She tilted her head to get a closer look, but the man quickly pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. Yin Mo didn’t struggle, cautiously responding to him with the tip of her tongue. He Chen’s breathing was heavy, his kisses deepened, and it wasn’t until Yin Mo was dizzy from the kiss that he whispered into her ear, his throat moving, “If you tease me any more, you won’t be eating.” It was unclear whether Yin Mo understood but she felt pretty muddled and forgot what she initially intended to do. He Chen patted her soft waist and nibbed on her earlobe, “Go eat, and go to bed early after you finish.” Yin Mo, with a dreamy look in her eyes, walked back to the dining table, sat down straight, and stuffed crab meat into her mouth. Just now, she felt an urge to keep kissing him. Especially He Chen’s pleasant scent, stimulating her nerves, as if wanting more. Although Yin Mo was inexperienced, having lived in the open-minded Western British Imperial, she had seen and known some of the things between adults, even if she hadn’t tried it herself, because, after all, there were legal adult channels on TV… Thinking of this, Yin Mo felt really embarrassed, lowering her head like an ostrich, afraid He Chen would notice anything. The man at the door, adjusting his breathing, looked at her slightly heaving chest and then closed his eyes before turning back to the upper bedroom. He’s allergic to mustard! His whole body itched like crazy! At 9:30 PM, Yin Mo finished dealing with matters on the computer and stood on the balcony in a daze for a while. Feeling bored, she intended to shower and go to bed. The night at North City No.1 was very quiet, devoid of the noise and traffic of the city, so silent that not a single sound could be heard. Yin Mo dried her hair and had just lain down when her phone vibrated on the bedside. Yin Mo opened her eyes, picked up the phone, and felt a bit puzzled. The WeChat message was from Ah Yong: Miss Yin, Brother Chen didn’t eat tonight’s seafood dishes, did he? [Tremble] Yin Mo: He didn’t eat, why? Soon after, Ah Yong’s call came through, “Miss Yin, it’s no big deal as long as Brother Chen didn’t eat. The Earl Hotel just called to apologize, saying they delivered the wrong dishes tonight, each one individually added with mustard.” Yin Mo unconsciously furrowed her brows, “He… can’t eat mustard?” “No, he can’t eat it, Brother Chen is allergic to mustard.” Yin Mo’s eyelid twitched, suddenly recalling the irregular red marks on He Chen’s cheeks and neck, probably appearing after she fed him the mustard crab meat. “What symptoms does his allergy have?” Yin Mo asked as she lifted the blanket and got out of bed, “Is it serious?” Ah Yong thought carefully, “That… hard to say. Since Brother Chen has never had it, we’ve never seen his allergic reaction.” Yin Mo felt terribly regretful and in just a few steps, she opened the door to the master bedroom, “Then, please help me buy some anti-allergy ointment and bring it over. If you have time, also consult at Shang’s Pharmacy. Be careful on the road, and don’t let anyone notice.” Ah Yong sensed something was wrong and quickly agreed, “Alright, Miss Yin, I’ll do it right away.” Yin Mo hurried to the other side of the guest room, raising her hand to knock on the door urgently. She hadn’t seen He Chen come downstairs after dinner, could it be that… his allergy symptoms were so severe that he couldn’t get up? There was no response from inside for a long time, and Yin Mo couldn’t wait any longer, increasingly anxious, simply grabbing the door handle and gently pressing it, the door to the guest room opened in response.