Mu Xingye came down from upstairs, dressed in a set of white casual clothes. Xia Pengpeng, used to seeing him in black, hadn't expected that the white would suit his temperament even more!
Who in this world could match him in the prime of life?
Mu Xingye saw Xia Pengpeng staring at him, dumbfounded, and with a gentle smile, he walked over and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
That's when Xia Pengpeng snapped out of it, about to push Mu Xingye away when she suddenly heard him whisper in her ear, "Do you still want Baby Mu to cry? He's somewhat suspicious of our relationship, which unsettles him. Now is the best time for recovery; he can't handle any upset."
That one sentence successfully made Xia Pengpeng lower the hand that was pushing against Mu Xingye.
"Could you hold me a bit looser, just for the sake of appearances?" she whispered to Mu Xingye.
