Mo Qishen was pushing his bicycle with one hand, while he couldn't help but ruffle her hair with the other, "No need to thank me."
Seeing that Ni Yang didn't show any signs of disgust, Mo Qishen, gathering up his courage, ruffled her hair again.
Soft and fluffy, like a little kitten.
Finally able to touch his wife's head, Mo Qishen narrowed his satisfied eyes.
Arriving at the fork in the road, Mo Qishen stopped, "Yangyang, I'll leave you here. Go back quickly, it's too dark, and it's dangerous for a girl like you."
Ni Yang nodded, "Then Brother Mo, I'll go back first."
Mo Qishen waved at her, "Go ahead."
Watching Ni Yang's retreating figure, Mo Qishen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly. The little girl is really capable, she'd been driving him crazy all over.
A day without seeing her feels like madness.
Nowadays, every passing minute without her feels the same way to him.
After finishing a cigarette, Mo Qishen pushed his bicycle forward.