Qiao Mu's eyes brightened slightly, and she extended her hand, taking the ring and wearing it on her finger.
After mobilizing her mystic energy, a transparent eggshell shield appeared around her. She could sense that its defensive energy was more concentrated than before, and it was clear that this defensive shield had undergone reinforcement.
"Mo Lian." The little fellow tilted her small head, reaching for his large palm.
Mo Lian lowered his head slightly and gently flicked the side of her forehead. He then carried her high up, his smiling phoenix eyes gazing at her deeply. "Are you planning to give me a return gift? Your husband will receive it gladly."
Right away, Darling Qiao's small face became dyed in the shade of sunset, and she peered about, feeling as guilty as a thief.
