Mo Xiuchen laughed and stretched his arm out in front of Wen Ran, like a high and mighty king, his lips curled elegantly into a smile, watching her in silence.
Wen Ran met his smiling eyes and instantly got the message, gently lifting the sleeve in front of her onto his arm. Mo Xiuchen's lips rose in satisfaction, and he extended his other arm too, praising her, "Ranran, you are so smart."
She understood even without him saying it.
It must be their tacit understanding.
Wen Ran wasn't modest either, she arched her fine eyebrows proudly and said, "Of course I am smart. I have always been."
Just occasionally very silly, she added to herself.
