He pulled her over, his hands circling her waist. "So, tell me, what's written in my eyes?"
"Narcissism, self-obsession, self-confidence."
Mo Yinhe laughed, planting a firm kiss on her cheek. "Nonsense. My eyes clearly say, 'Mingjing, I love you too.'"
Just then, ticket inspection for entry began.
They swiped their tickets and went in.
After Mo Yinhe took his seat, he casually stretched out his long legs. Then he gave her a suggestive look and pointed to his shoulder, signaling for her to lean closer.
Si Mingjing smiled and leaned in, listening to his deliberately lowered voice, its pleasing bass resonating. "I've been too busy lately to go on dates with you. Si Yuan has put some thought into this; she's telling me I need to carve out more time to spend with you."
Mo Yinhe reflected on his actions, one hand on her shoulder, the other clutching her small hand, caressing its back, unable to let go.
He was thoroughly enjoying this relaxed moment.
