The chilly wind crept in quietly through the half-opened window and into the room, making a thin, whimpering sound. The intimate kissing and hugging between the couples inside the room had added a tinge of warmth to it, despite the fact that it was supposed to feel eerie.
After they finished kissing, Zhao Youlin's complexion returned to its previous redness before they were interrupted. When Mu Tingfeng saw this, he was in a better mood.
Zhao Youlin saw each and every one of his moves. She snickered and let out a bark of laughter. She gloated, "Are you mad?"
Mu Tingfeng did not answer her. However, his tight lips had fully stated his current mood.
Zhao Youlin was helpless. "Joy is only a child, and he doesn't know anything. Besides, your parents… Urm… I mean our parents are just showing concern to you."
"Concerned about the harmony of our marriage life, huh?"
