Mo Shu's heart felt as if it had been seared. She hugged his neck with both arms, feeling the strong arms around her waist, and instinctively felt at ease.
"Right, about the wedding dress we talked about last time…"
The voice of Xing Mengzheng came in. Both of them were startled, and then their movements abruptly stopped.
Mo Shu pushed him away, her face flush with red.
Yu Siqiao smacked his lips, clearly in a good mood, though it was quite obvious.
Xing Mengzheng walked in and immediately knew what had happened. She held back a laugh, turned around, and said, "I didn't see anything, you guys continue."
Mo Shu felt even more flush, and after watching Xing Mengzheng leave, she turned back to look at Yu Siqiao.
Yu Siqiao appeared natural, as if having his mom catch him kissing his fiancée wasn't something to feel embarrassed about.
Meeting Mo Shu's gaze, Yu Siqiao's eyes softened a bit, but he quickly looked away and asked, "What's wrong with you today?"
Here it came again.
