Song Jiaren hurriedly stood up and said, "I'm going to practice..."
After escaping from the room, Song Mu'er looked at Li Nuo and said in a low and apologetic voice, "I'm sorry, Brother Li Nuo, this wasn't a good time for me to come..."
Li Nuo touched her head and did not say anything.
But unsaid as it was, her timing indeed could not have been worse.
This was his first kiss, yet before he even had the chance to savor it, it was hastily concluded.
No, it could only be counted as a brush of the lips.
Without even extending a tongue, how could it count as a first kiss.
Li Nuo walked outside and quietly watched his wife practice swordsmanship.
Being watched by him like this, Song Jiaren's heart became somewhat chaotic, and her swordsmanship became messy as well...
Song Mu'er tugged at Li Nuo's sleeve and said, "Brother Li Nuo, I also want to learn the zither..."
As for Mu'er's requests, Li Nuo would usually not refuse.
