Ni Yang said, "Bend your waist a little." Mo Qishen was too tall. Ni Yang, with her nearly 1.75-meter height, only reached his shoulder. In modern terms, it was quite an adorable height difference.
"Okay." Mo Qishen bent his lip, squatted slightly so he was even shorter than Ni Yang. Ni Yang just needed to stretch her hand out to pat his head.
Ni Yang easily leaned in to whisper in his ear.
Hearing this, Mo Qishen frowned and said, "No, it's too dangerous to do that!"
Ni Yang took the tray from him, placed it aside, and pulled him towards the courtyard.
The courtyard was an open space of around ten square meters with a few flower pots. Among them was one with blooming jasmine, filling the air with their fragrance as a gentle breeze passed.
"Brother Mo, don't worry. I will protect myself! All you need to do is cooperate with me."
"No." Mo Qishen still refused.
"What about this way?" Ni Yang stood on her toes to give him a quick peck,
