She sat in his embrace, her hand gripping onto his open shirt. Seeing his warm chest, she slanted her head to lean against his shoulder and used her hands to poke at his collarbone.
"What Mengran said earlier…"
Before she even finished speaking, he grabbed onto her hand that was mischievously moving about, pressing it down.
Mo Jingshen gently rubbed her head while she was bewildered. "Marriage is based on trust. I won't ask, neither do you have to explain."
Ji Nuan's heart sped up.
She suddenly felt like…
Everything was worth it!
Earlier on, Ji Nuan did not blow-dry her hair. Mo Jingshen's fingers ran through them. After a moment, he finally sighed, "Where's the hairdryer? Dry your hair."
Did his conscience finally wake up?
Ji Nuan blinked at him, raising her hand to point towards the white glass cabinet next to the bathroom. "Over there."
