As Duan Yarong's screams got louder from inside the house, Zhao Youlin's heart flew to her mouth. She turned her head and said to Mu Tingfeng, "My mother is coming here. Hurry up and go. If she finds out that you are here to see me at this hour of the night, she'll have our heads."
After Zhao Youlin said that, she felt a little frustrated. As a matter of fact, they were obviously newlyweds. There was nothing wrong with them being together, yet their meeting now somehow seemed like a forbidden rendezvous. It was unbearable to look at.
Listening to Duan Yarong's yelling, Mu Tingfeng understood that he could not do anything that was inappropriate for minors tonight. Although he felt that it was a pity, his face was as calm as ever. He leaned closer and kissed Zhao Youlin lightly on her cheek before he whispered in her ear, "Wait for me to come and pick up you and Joy tomorrow. We will continue the rest tomorrow."
