Afraid that Jiang Xun would see them, Mufeng pulled Chengnan and hid in the crowd.
Little Xiong :"..."
Screenwriter Yu: "..."
No, you came to visit. Why do you look like you're feeling guilty?
Haolun didn't know that Mufeng had come. He was telling Jiang Xun, "Jiang Xun, relax. Don't frown."
"I'm sorry. It was a subconscious reaction. Let me control it." Jiang Xun raised her hand and touched the space between her eyebrows.
She felt uncomfortable wherever someone other than Mufeng touched her.
Jiang Xun could only give herself some psychological advice. It was just a kiss between her eyebrows. It was nothing.
"Hey, just imagine that you are being kissed by your boyfriend," Haolun said.
He was too embarrassed to say it directly. He wanted Jiang Xun to think of the other party as Mufeng.
Anyway, that was what he meant.
Hearing that, Jiang Xun looked at Miyao.
Mufeng's face inexplicably appeared in her mind.
