After she finished speaking, she was about to go downstairs when her arm was seized. The man's low, lazy morning voice rang out, "Luo Qiangwei."
"What is it," Luo Qiangwei stopped in her tracks, laughing lazily as she turned around, "do you want to kneel down and say good morning to me? Never mind, I'm hungry and want to go down for breakfast."
Mo Shiche held onto her without letting go, his laughter low and quiet, "It seems you're very interested in this whole saying good morning thing,"
"Oh, you might not be aware, but the customs of my hometown are quite special," She didn't push him away, looking up at him with her pale face from such a close distance, "Would you like to try? I could give you a few extra kicks."
He listened to her nonsensical talk and actually curled the corner of his lips, "Isn't your hometown Jiang City?"
