Lan Tian pretended to think, "It depends on how you behave."
"Don't worry, girl, I'll make sure to behave myself well." Mo Junhua grinned, looking naive, but in his heart, he was scheming on how to win Lan Tian over.
Lan Tian pursed her lips and smiled, her bright eyes shimmering as if they had crumbled the starlight, "Tell me, when did you start fancying me? When I was six? When I was ten? Or that time in the backyard vegetable garden?"
Mo Junhua fell silent, not knowing how to respond to this sensitive topic properly, fearing that the girl would torment him again.
"We're here." Finally home, Mo Junhua sighed in relief, quickly parked the car, and got out to open the door for Lan Tian.
