Mo Heng had already turned and entered.
Inside the Drooping Flower Gate, Pei Qin came up to him, extended her hand to embrace his arm, and leaned on him as they walked.
Seeing her actively acting coquettishly to please him, Mo Heng reached out to pinch her face.
"Don't pinch my face!" Pei Qin said discontentedly.
"Alright! I won't pinch!" Mo Heng crouched down, signaling her to get on.
Pei Qin smiled, lay on his back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and blew air into his ear.
Mo Heng turned his head to give her a sideways glance. "You're asking for it!"
Pei Qin quickly stole a kiss from him, urging him, "Hurry up! Hurry up! My wild vegetable porridge is getting cold!"
"I'll heat it for you!" Mo Heng quickened his pace with her on his back.
