Mu Liang glanced at her and kissed her forehead. He replied, "You can tell it to them. If they also agree to come with us, I don't have any problem with it. As long as you are happy, I'm happy too."
Mu Lan had a guilty feeling. She knew that Mu Liang had a habit of spoiling her, and now she was going to take an advantage of it.
She drew circles using her index finger on his built chest and in a spoilt manner she called him, "Liang Liang."
It was very unusual of her. Mu Liang got alert but hugged her closer and asked softly, "What is it?"
"Will you be sad if I don't go with you to Africa this month?" She looked at him with puppy eyes.
How could Mu Liang refuse that. He didn't have the heart to make her sad. He smiled and rubbed her head. He asked deeply, "Why? Don't you want to?"
Mu Lan straddled him on the swing and rested her head on his left shoulder. She said, "It's not like that. I just made a plan with my friends that we would go somewhere else."
