When Mo Yang heard Song Fei's instigation, she thought about how Mo Suixin had been obedient to her all these years, so she faltered.
Now that her thoughts were clear, Mo Yang didn't even feel a headache.
When Mo Suixin returned home that night, he saw Mo Yang sitting on the wooden sofa watching television. She seemed to be in good spirits, which made him feel relieved.
"Are you better?" Mo Suixin walked over to Mo Yang's side and sat down. He cupped Mo Yang's face in his hands and looked at it carefully.
Mo Yang's face was red, a stark contrast to her weak appearance in the morning.
Mo Yang held the back of Mo Suixin's hand in an intimate manner.
Mo Yang's sudden initiative shocked Mo Suixin. "Yang'er…" Mo Suixin lowered his head and leaned his forehead against Mo Yang's.
A warm feeling flowed through his heart.
