Moo Huantong tightly grasped the base of the bouquet, honestly nodding her head, "I like it, it smells nice."
"Not as fragrant as you, especially when..."
Moo Huantong was startled, worried that he might say something inappropriate in front of Tong Ran, "Mo Beiyan!"
Mo Beiyan's phoenix eyes slightly curved into a line, smiling, "As long as you like it. It's bought especially for you, to celebrate your discharge today."
When he usually gave flowers to women, he would ask if they liked them. The responses were typically melodious coquettishness or teasing reluctance...
Mo Beiyan's lips curled up with some appreciation. That direct and pure nature of Moo Huantong's, he was very satisfied with it.
He stretched out his hand to hold her chin, and before Moo Huantong could object, his thin lips pressed directly onto hers, leaving a gentle kiss.
Nearby, a passerby exclaimed, "Wow! That woman is so happy!"
"Her boyfriend is so handsome..."
"Quick, quick, take a picture!"
