"What are you daydreaming about?" Mo Xun saw her motionless for quite a while and turned to look at her.
Their eyes met.
Tang Zhiluo's heart skipped several beats.
"Come on up." Mo Xun urged her.
After thinking for a moment, Tang Zhiluo leaned over with her soft and fragrant body, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Mo Xun easily carried her on his back.
His long arms supported her bottom. Tang Zhiluo's face turned a bit red as she leaned on his back, smelling the faint fragrance from him and feeling very secure.
The frustrations she encountered outside gradually dissipated...
Mo Xun carried her into the elevator, where several people were inside. A child said to his mother, "Mommy, that uncle is carrying aunty on his back, I want a hug too..."
On hearing this, the child's mother glanced at them, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, and her eyes brightened.
Tang Zhiluo's face turned so red it could drip blood.