The Mercenary Miss Has a Soft Spot for Baby's Breath

The mercenary lady loved three things: baby’s breath, red wine, and guns.

But the black-sesame-rice-ball boy beside her kept going on and on: “Mo’er loves Gu Yuan’an.”

An Yimo looked at him helplessly. Fine, she couldn’t be bothered to argue.

“Mo’er, give me a kiss~” The boy pleaded in a soft voice.

“Mo’er, Mo’er, you can tousle my hair. Will you be mine?~” The boy blinked, trying to tempt her.

“Gu Yimo, you’re a heartless woman who forgets people the moment you put on a skirt!” The boy was full of resentment.

Gu Yimo: …You’re so dramatic.

(A gorgeous, captivating mercenary lady x a boy with a black-sesame-rice-ball filling)