As Qi Haoran closed his eyes and kissed her, a hot tear landed on Mu Yangling's face. Only then did Mu Yangling realize that his eyes were also wet with tears.
Mu Yangling's heart ached as she touched his face and hugged his neck. Qi Haoran could not help but get stirred. He lowered his head and kissed her lips…
When Mu Yangling woke up, the sky was already bright outside. She sat under the blanket and laughed at herself. She was too anxious yesterday. It seemed that Jinhua had indeed gotten to her, although she was very confident at that time.
When Qi Haoran saw her at the door, he hesitated for a moment before turning around to bring her a bowl of porridge. Mu Yangling shook her head slightly. "I haven't rinsed my mouth yet. I'm not eating."
Mu Yangling grabbed his hand and said, "Come up. Let's talk."
