Although Ji Nuan wanted to continue watching, she saw that Mo Jingshen was clearly very dissatisfied with this film; he had never fussed so much about her taste before.
As they flipped between channels, none of them caught her eye.
Her heart was completely distracted by the time passing by.
She felt her heart tightening with every passing minute and second.
Previously, she had shamelessly boasted that three months would be easy. Right now, even the half a month away from her birthday felt too long.
She paid no mind to what was showing on the television; after changing the channel, she leaned her head on Mo Jingshen's shoulder.
The room was quiet, and the lights were shut. There was only the faint illumination and sound from the television.
After a while, the unknown film finished playing. Mo Jingshen shifted his gaze onto Ji Nuan's face, looking at the little woman who had already fallen asleep in his arms.
