The moment she hugged him, she felt his body stiffen. Then, he tightened his arms around her waist and hugged her even tighter.
"Cough, cough, cough."
He was so strong that Qiao Mianmian could barely breathe.
She reached out and pushed him. "Mo Yesi, don't use so much force. I can't vent my anger anymore."
It wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
It wasn't a parting of life and death.
They had just parted this morning.
In less than a day, he acted as if they hadn't seen each other in a long time.
Nana blushed when she saw the two of them hugging. She sneaked past them and returned to her room.
Mo Yesi loosened his grip a little, but he still refused to let go of her. His eyes were fixated on her face as if he wanted to carve her image into his mind. "You haven't answered me, why are you ignoring me?"
"You came all the way here just to ask me this?"
