The air suddenly became ambiguous.
Cheng Zhirang tightened his throat and said, "Stop messing around."
Mu Qiu laughed while supporting his shoulder.
"Why do you always avoid such normal ambiguity?"
Cheng Zhirang sighed, with Lian Yan's eyes looking at her: "What do you want me to say? It's not appropriate now."
"Why is it inappropriate? We're adults. How is it inappropriate for a boyfriend and girlfriend to progress further?"
"The timing isn't right, and neither is the place."
He said it seriously, as if he had thought it through carefully, making Mu Qiu feel a bit uncomfortable.
"If it's not appropriate, then it's not. You decide."
Then she buried her head in the crook of his neck again.
Cheng Zhirang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, just about to speak again, when the phone suddenly rang.
It was a call from Chen Song.
Mu Qiu glanced at the caller ID, propped herself up to avoid it. Cheng Zhirang pulled her back with one hand: "It's okay."
