"No way!" Lu Yuanfeng seriously held onto Mu Shuangshuang's hand, refusing to let go.
The seriousness made Mu Shuangshuang feel a bit amused.
"Fengzi, you can't just act like a rascal," Mu Shuangshuang said.
Lu Yuanfeng blushed, hesitating for a while before saying, "Even if I act like a rascal, it's only towards you, Shuangshuang."
After saying this, he sneaked a glance at Mu Shuangshuang. Seeing she wasn't angry, Lu Yuanfeng continued, "I don't care; anyway, you said it yourself, I heard it all."
Mu Shuangshuang didn't realize before how thick-skinned this man was—it was women who gradually made him this way.
Now she understood.
Before, wasn't Fengzi very shy?
Holding hands would make him blush, but now not only hand-holding but even hugging was a common thing.
Not to mention, now he even wants her to kiss him.
The more she thought about it, the more Mu Shuangshuang felt she couldn't indulge him like this.
Otherwise, all her tofu would be eaten up.
