Mu Xingfeng affectionately ruffled her small head and seriously said, "I use my charm to distract you, only because I don't want you to leave me. Who asked my wife to value appearance so much?"
Mu Xingfeng sat next to An Ran, looking at her with burning eyes.
An Ran felt a bit embarrassed by his unabashed gaze, but she tilted her head and looked back at him, her eyes smiling, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Mu Xingfeng raised his hand and touched her rosy cheeks, which were red from just having woken up, "I just want to take a good look at you. My wife is so beautiful that I can never get enough. I'm afraid when I'm transferred to the Imperial City, I won't be able to see this face, I won't be able to eat or sleep well, thinking about whether to engrave this face in my mind or take you with me to the Imperial City."
