Lu Moqing buried his face in Qiao Xu's hair, muffledly complaining: "I just feel like you don't care about me."
Qiao Xu: "…"
"Lu Moqing, enough!"
"Not enough!"
The muffled voice came from above her head. Qiao Xu felt that Lu Moqing hugged her tighter.
"So tell me, do you care about me or not?"
Like a child, he started to pester her relentlessly, making Qiao Xu unable to resist the urge to kick him.
"Lu Moqing…"
"Answer me."
The muffled voice carried a bit of dominant stubbornness, as if he wouldn't be satisfied unless he got a definite answer from Qiao Xu.
"I care, I care, okay? Now let go."
Not knowing if Lu Moqing was satisfied with her answer, he really let her go.
"Then I'm leaving."
"Where to?"
Qiao Xu unconsciously blurted out the question.
"Going to San Francisco, the airplane is waiting on the apron."
