Mu Anan took a deep breath and let go of Seventh Master's hand, slowly pulling away from him.
She looked at Zong Zhengyu seriously.
She said, "Then let's make a deal. From today onwards, don't treat me as a girl. You have to treat me as a woman."
She was the kind of woman who could consider marriage like Tang Mi.
Mu Anan was very serious about discussing this matter, hoping that her relationship with Seventh Master would improve.
However, Seventh Master gave the opposite answer, "No."
Mu Anan didn't understand. "Didn't you just say that you want to keep a distance from me?"
"You've grown up." Zong Zhengyu stood up from the chair and reached out to press Mu Anan's head. "But you're still a little girl in my eyes."
"What kind of logic is this?" Mu Anan stomped her feet.
"..."
Mu Anan felt like she was about to explode with anger. "In that case, I want to kiss and hug. We can't miss a single one!"
