Once Wu Shiyi left, the onlookers, realizing there was no more excitement to watch, also dispersed one after another.
Bai Xiaosheng stretched out his hand and gently patted Mo Xin on the shoulder, "He's gone."
"Oh." Mo Xin obediently replied and continued to snuggle into Bai Xiaosheng's embrace.
"When I say 'he's gone', you can get up now!" Bai Xiaosheng said with a smile.
He wasn't a saint, nor did he possess great self-control, holding a warm and fragrant beauty in his arms, naturally, his heart and mind fluttered.
However, the thought of Wei Xuelian waiting for him calmed Bai Xiaosheng's restless heart gradually.
Mo Xin moved her cheek away somewhat embarrassedly, her face as pretty as a daub of rouge, delicate and charming, with purity mixed with a hint of seductiveness.
Even the store clerk beside them was staring somewhat transfixed.
