The newly renovated house had excessive formaldehyde levels, which wouldn't be good for little Ni Yun's health if we moved in too early.
Mo Qishen continued, "Remember to inform me when you move."
"Okay." Ni Yang walked over to Mo Qishen, "Brother Mo, don't move."
"What's wrong?" Mo Qishen couldn't control himself as Ni Yang suddenly came close.
"Don't move." Ni Yang stood on her tiptoes and a fragrance that was like neither bamboo nor orchid wafted over.
What was Ni Yang trying to do? What was she planning by standing on her tiptoes? Was she going to kiss him?
If she wanted to kiss him, she didn't need to tiptoe. He could squat down, how embarrassing this was...
Mo Qishen's heartbeat suddenly quickened.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
As if it was about to jump out of his chest.
"Pop!"
A faint sound was heard in the air.
Mo Qishen was stupefied for a moment. He thought Ni Yang was going to kiss him, but instead, she just slapped him lightly on the forehead.
