"Why isn't it me?" Qian wanted to mimic his gesture of touching her hair.
But due to height and aura, the effect wasn't quite right.
Qian inexplicably felt like jumping up just to hit his knee, that kind of disparity.
Height may be a hard sell, but her aura must be present!
"From now until the morning after tomorrow, all your time belongs to me alone. Are you aware of this?" Qian said seriously.
Yu Minglang instantly understood—this is a privilege!
More serious than Qian, he grabbed her hand and started walking fast, Qian dragging him to stop him from pulling her away.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to our home, and then—" He gave a wicked grin.
"Is there nothing else in your mind besides this?"
"Do you seriously have something more important than this in mind?" Yu Minglang thought about many things in those brief seconds.
"Follow me, I need you." She winked at him, and they strode toward the karaoke lounge.
