Ni Yang stuffed the last dumpling into his mouth, "Enough chit-chat."
After finishing the dumplings, Ni Yang returned the lunch box, got into the car, and went to the city with Mo Qishen.
Mo Qishen, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other secretly slipped around Ni Yang's waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and gently sniffed the fragrance of her hair. The usually noisy bird chirps now seemed pleasant to his ears.
Ni Yang did not reject such affection and laughed, "Brother Mo, can you ride the car properly? Can you do it with one hand?"
Men hate being questioned if they could or not.
Mo Qishen immediately let go of his other hand, "Even if I don't hold it with both hands, I can still control the direction well. Yangyang, look how awesome am I?"
Ni Yang nodded in agreement, "Hmm, hmm, awesome, you are way too awesome."
Mo Qishen looked at Ni Yang's side profile, as white as jade, and had a sudden urge to kiss her.
