Chapter 125 Not Ready Yet

Lin Qian's cheeks were slightly flushed as she bit her lip and asked, "Yin Moran, why are you sitting on the same horse as me? And, how did you get in? The tickets were with me."

"The staff saw us standing together with the children, and obviously misunderstood something, so when I said I wanted to come in, they let me through. As for sitting on the same horse... I like it, is there a problem?"

Yin Moran whispered in Lin Qian's ear, his broad chest enveloping the petite woman, his face stretched with a long smile.

Lin Qian felt her heart fluctuating like the undulating wooden horse, with ripples continuously spreading.

Her ears were burning from the man's breath, and her neck also blushed with color.

Being held tight in his arms, she felt on pins and needles yet faintly thrilled.

She didn't know what to say, only that the motion of the carousel made her head spin in confusion.

"Weren't you going to take a selfie? Why aren't you continuing?"