Mo Shu fell silent.
Yu Siqiao hugged her, feeling somewhat trepid at heart.
He tried to calm himself and coolly pointed to the date in June again, "This one, I think, is most suitable. June 15th, just over a month away, is enough time for us to hold a grand wedding. By then, the baby will only be just over three months, and your belly won't be very big. You'll look beautiful in a wedding dress."
Seeing that Mo Shu did not respond, Yu Siqiao held her tighter and whispered, "What do you think?"
Suddenly, Mo Shu turned around, grabbed his tie, and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his, eyes closed.
Yu Siqiao paused for a moment, but soon responded to her actions, sucking on her lips, deepening the kiss.
Mo Shu slowly raised her hands to embrace his neck, and Yu Siqiao took the opportunity to lift her up, letting her sit on his lap, his palms gradually moving from her waist up to cover her shoulders.
The long kiss made Mo Shu feel somewhat dizzy.
