But he could only restrain himself.
"You don't look like an uncle in that attire," Su Yue commented plainly after she looked Ming Ansheng up and down for a while.
Suddenly, a seemingly cheeky smile formed on her face.
Her faint smile made Ming Ansheng's heart erupt like a volcano. Subconsciously, he extended his hand.
He didn't know what to do.
At that moment, a gust of wind blew and he regained his senses. His hand was already about to touch Su Yue's waist.
When he snapped out of his daze, he shuddered.
Su Yue frowned, her eyes filled with innocence and confusion. "Uncle Ming, what are you trying to do?"
Ming Ansheng shook his head in guilt. "No… Nothing."
His gaze immediately shifted to Su Yue's forehead. He awkwardly smiled. "Your hair is messy. I was afraid that it would cover your eyes."
