The first time?
Mo Si's hand in the front seat suddenly trembled. After attending a concert, had Mr. Mo become this unrestrained?
So bashful, he was still a baby.
He felt the car was going a bit fast, so he stepped on the brake.
Xiao Qimo in the backseat gave him a cold glance, didn't bother about it, and continued to stare at Lu Mian as he asked.
"Are there any more?"
He wasn't the first to see her play the piano, he wasn't the first to give her a hand warmer, he wasn't the first man to be by her side, and so on...
He had missed too many of her first times.
He couldn't change the past, but for the future, he wanted to possessively have every one of her first times.
Lu Mian didn't know what he was thinking, she casually leaned back in the rear seat, lazily lifting her eyelids.
She spoke calmly, "Yes, quite a few."
Xiao Qimo, with a slight smile, asked, "For example?"
