Qian Meng made a whining sound at the back of her throat as she shifted onto her knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, towards him.
"Do you really have to go? Ah, I want to spend the weekend with my husband." She didn't want to hold him back, but she was also a little clingy on these days.
She moved to kneel on the bed just in front of him, reaching for his hand.
"Why? Are you going to miss me terribly?"
She laughed as he stepped towards her, placing his hand on her hips while she stretched to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Are you fishing for some love? It's not a cute look on you, Qingchen."
"Admit it. You are going to miss me."
She scoffed. "I never said I wouldn't."
He looked at her suspiciously. "How much?"
Mo Qingchen was equally clingy, if not more.
"Now you look desperate," she teased.
