"Hmm."
Yu Chen still nodded.
"..."
Nangong Na helplessly glanced at the girl next to her, who looked as obedient as a doll, watching her slowly scoop a third of the ice porridge from Yu Chen's hand, and then sighed softly: "Do you like that classmate Motan?"
"Hmm."
"Do you want to marry him?"
"Hmm."
"What's the child's name?"
"Hmm."
"Mo Hmm?"
"Hmm... Hmm?!"
Finally, Yu Chen snapped out of her daydreaming state, startled: "No!"
"Oh?"
Nangong Na gleefully blinked and playfully poked Yu Chen's quickly reddening cute face: "Not named Mo Hmm?"
"I wasn't thinking about having kids with him!"
Blushing, Yu Chen pretended to bite Nangong Na's finger, and after the latter quickly withdrew her hand, she lightly exclaimed: "Ah, why is my ice porridge missing so much!"
Although she was also quite timid and introverted, compared to Yu Chen who was rather lively, Nangong Na smacked her lips and laughed: "It evaporated."
"Nana, don't say that, even my big brother won't be fooled..."
