Mu Xingfeng took An Ran directly back to Longteng Xinyuan. The weather in the south in June was already very hot. Just from the parking lot back to the room, An Ran's forehead was already covered in fine sweat, and her little face was flushed red.
After entering the house, An Ran kicked off her two shoes, ran barefoot to the air conditioner, set it to 20 degrees, and let the cold wind blow directly at her, even lifting her shirt ungracefully to feel the breeze.
Mu Xingfeng changed his shoes, picked up the shoes she had kicked around and placed them neatly, hung her bag on the coat rack, then took a few steps to the air conditioner and adjusted the vent to a height of 1.7 meters, so that the cool breeze just skimmed over An Ran's head.
An Ran paused, holding her shirt, and protested in dissatisfaction, "Mu Xingfeng, let me enjoy the cool air a little longer."
Mu Xingfeng turned around and scrutinized her from top to bottom.
