As soon as she thought that Mu Xingfeng was just as excited about this festival as she was, An Ran's heart felt sweet.
"Alright, Mu Xingfeng, are you really trying to turn me into a little tyrant? What do you mean 'if someone bullies me when you're not around, I should find Brother Yang'? What would I do with Brother Yang? Pull your people to fight for me?" An Ran wrinkled her nose and smiled.
Mu Xingfeng raised his eyebrow, "Why not?"
An Ran really didn't want to talk to Mu Xingfeng anymore and simply buried her head in her homework.
This shameless guy, flirting with her at the drop of a hat, oh, her young girl's heart.
...
Early the next morning, Mu Xingfeng woke up early, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the little girl in his arms. Everything from last night, he knew, his little one was no longer afraid of him.
An Ran, thinking about Mu Xingfeng, woke up too, even though the noise around her was minimal.
She looked drowsily at the man by the bed.
