Sunlight filtered through the gauzy window curtains into the carriage.
The late autumn sunlight held little warmth, yet Du Yunluo still felt her nape burning.
She was somewhat at a loss.
In this situation, what should she do?
If they were already married, she could naturally lean over and rely on him, even actively kiss and embrace him, using actions to tell Mu Lianxiao that she wasn't frightened by him, that she wasn't scared at all.
But they were not yet married.
A kiss was different from speaking quietly and holding hands, hence Mu Lianxiao kept restraining himself, enduring...
Du Yunluo lightly bit her lower lip, raised her eyes slightly trembling in Mu Lianxiao's grasp, and said, "What do you think of the Ying Qianshi family?"
Mu Lianxiao subtly exhaled a long breath.
Returning the topic, much better than being anxiously uneasy.
