Mo Xing wrapped his arms around her after he said that.
Anna stood there, still wrapped in Mo Xing's warm embrace, feeling the words he had just spoken echoing in her mind. For a brief moment, she froze, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as she processed his sweet, reassuring words. She lightly swatted his arm, her embarrassment masked by a soft laugh.
"You're such a sweet joker," Anna teased, her voice carrying both affection and mock exasperation.
Mo Xing grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Of course I am," he replied, pulling her closer with a playful tug. "How else do you think I managed to get you as my wife?"
