Mo Lian nodded with a chuckle before leaving Qiao Mu by herself inside the cultivation room. "Then it's a date!"
Qiao Mu could only nod in resignation.
It was so strange. This person kept hindering her from cultivating, yet why didn't she want to whack him dead in particular…
"Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian popped his head inside the cultivation room and gave her a grin. "See you tomorrow."
At this, Qiao Mu raised her small paw and waved it reflexively.
On the other hand, Mo Lian held back from springing over and fondling her again in his arms.
The little fellow's cuteness was going to be the death of him!
He really wanted to just hug her like this, even if they did nothing but chat the night away.
He didn't want to let go at all!
What in the world was she cultivating for? It was as if this imp had joined a heretical faction, harping on and on about cultivating, day and night.
