Chi Huan looked at him, not angry, staring at his handsome face for a while before suddenly laughing, "I just wanted to sit by myself, that makes you mad? Looking at you today, all moody and unpredictable; is it 'Aunt Flo' visiting?"
She suddenly felt it was like he was holding a favorite doll, discontent showing clearly on his face when he had to let go.
Childish.
'Aunt Flo'?
Mo Shiqian, of course, didn't understand the meaning of these three words, but based on the context he could make a rough guess. His face straightened, and without a word, he picked up the tea that had been poured, bringing it to his lips to drink.
Chi Huan, seeing him like this, couldn't help but feel amused.
She leaned over, kissed his chin, and coaxed softly, "I'm using your phone now, and the waiter is going to serve the dishes soon. You can't keep holding me like this,"
Pausing, she added with a smile, "If you really like holding me so much, I'll let you hold me all you want when we get back."
