Gu Li was originally over 20 cm shorter than Mo Shiting, but with the added height of the stool, she was now a head taller than him.
She looked down at him, her eyes sparkling as she said, "Listen up, Brother Ting, if you don't like me, I'll go like someone else immediately."
Her voice was sweet and soft, coy yet provocative. It was both annoying and endearing to him.
Mo Shiting warned her by pinching her waist, "Don't dare!"
Gu Li casually looped her arms around his neck, and voluntarily gave him a kiss on the cheek, "So do you like me or not?"
Mo Shiting's earlobes flushed slightly, he awkwardly changed the subject, "I'll carry you back."
Gu Li got genuinely angry, and defiantly sat down, "You go back yourself, I want to stay here."
Mo Shiting had no choice but to bend down, supporting the stone stool with his hands, he sat her on his lap and looked into her eyes: "Are you angry?"
"Humph!"
"Don't you already know the answer?"