Mu Sihan grabbed Nan Zhi's hand that was poking his handsome face and put it by his lips, kissing it. "Shall I grant your wish right now?"
Nan Zhi glared at him with her face burning. "No way, I'm talking about three months later."
"I think you're looking to be smacked…" He pressed her down again.
Nan Zhi did not push him aside and wrapped her hands around his neck, their eyes meeting and they looked at each other from deep within each other's eyes.
Her eyes were shy, yet filled with affection for him.
His eyes were cold but affectionate to her.
She buried her face in his chest.
At this moment with him here, it was warm, gentle and peaceful.
This beautiful and warm atmosphere lasted for nearly a minute.
Nan Zhi pushed Mu Sihan away. "I was taken away by you, then what about Yanran and Huahua?"
"I called Bo Yan."
