Mo Xiuchen gave her a peck on the cheek in praise, with a corner of his lips curling up in a satisfied smile. The words that spilled from his lips were low yet filled with undeniable pride, "Ranran, you understand me best. Since Wenqing was responsible for my mother's death, I must expose his true colors to the old man. I must make him regret his past actions and personally deal with Wenqing."
Wen Ran let out a chuckle, lifting her hand to wipe the spot he had kissed, but her hand was caught halfway. "Don't wipe it off."
"It's your saliva."
Wen Ran shot him a playful glare, and at her words, Mo Xiuchen bent down again, deliberately licking her tender cheek this time. The ticklish sensation made Wen Ran giggle, "Mo Xiuchen, are you a dog or something?"
"What do you think?"
