A familiar masculine scent filled her nostrils, causing Wen Ran's body to rigidly freeze at once!
The moistness that had welled up in her eyes, transformed uncontrollably into tears. She felt as if she were excessively prone to tears tonight.
Mo Xiuchen couldn't see her face, but he could sense her tears. His heart clenched sharply, and his arms around her tightened a notch, his voice deep and husky as it seeped from his lips, "Ranran, don't misunderstand."
He had no idea when Ranran had arrived or what she had seen.
He didn't want her to feel the least bit uncomfortable. Today was her birthday. He had just stepped outside for some fresh air with Luo Haofeng when he was overtaken by a whim to pick some flowers for her, leaving Luo Haofeng to return first.
While he was in the garden focused on choosing flowers, he didn't pay attention to the footsteps approaching from behind. It was only when Shen Yuting walked up behind him that he realized it was her.
