He rose, followed her, and before Si Mingjing could leave the resting room, he seized her wrist. Pointing to the other side of his face, he said, "Here."
Si Mingjing's face turned slightly red.
Zhang Muguang had already bowed his head deeply, feeling more awkward than the main characters as the third wheel. "Junior Sister," he said, "I'll wait for you outside."
Having said that, Zhang Muguang quickly walked out.
After Zhang Muguang left, Si Mingjing punched Mo Yinhe in the chest. "Are you ever going to stop?"
"Heh... not yet. That boy's gaze was very annoying to me." That boy looked at his precious with such admiration and shyness; youthful love couldn't be more obvious.
Si Mingjing rolled her eyes, stood on tiptoes, and firmly planted a kiss on Mo Yinhe's other handsome cheek. "MWAH. Can you let me go now?"
