Mo Jiashuo's heart skipped a beat at Tang Die's mention of marriage, his pupils slightly contracting, fixating on the smile on Tang Die's face.
"You're a child of the Mo Family, who would dare not want you?"
Tang Die heard this and smiled lightly, "Big brother is right."
Mo Jiashuo looked at her smiling face, feeling like there was a butterfly inside him, its wings gently fluttering, making his heart itch and feel numb.
Could it be that being ill brings about such symptoms?
Tang Die glanced at the doorway, the sounds of movement from downstairs continuously drifting up. She sighed softly and said to Mo Jiashuo, "Big brother, let go of me."
"..." Mo Jiashuo didn't move.
She said helplessly, "Dad is already troubled enough because of Third Brother's issue. Let's not add to his worries."
Only then did Mo Jiashuo snort softly and release her, yet he still held her wrist, "Stay here with me."
