Mo Yinhe looked down at her and asked, "So, how do you plan to thank me? I'm not interested in just verbal thanks."
"How about this?"
Suddenly, Si Mingjing tiptoed, wrapped her arms around Mo Yinhe's neck, and planted a kiss on his forehead.
Mo Yinhe was completely stunned.
This show of gratitude was entirely unexpected.
Mo Yinhe's heart bloomed with joy. He abruptly grabbed her waist, pulling her into his embrace, while his other hand looped a strand of her hair around his finger, lightly grazing her cheek.
"I've only helped you once, and you're already offering a kiss? Mingjing, you saved my son, saved my brother, saved my daughter, and then you saved me. How can I ever thank you enough?"
He wanted to repay her with his body!
Si Mingjing said, "You don't need to worry about that; I'm used to bestowing favors, not receiving them."
"I'm the same way. How about I repay you with my body?"
Mo Yinhe kissed her soft tresses.
