The wind was gentle and the sky was blue, Mo Yan told herself. If this was the calm before the storm, then she would be happy to see such a scene.
"Do you like him?" Mu Feng asked coldly, the veins on his hand could be clearly seen, and he held Mo Yan's arm tightly, as if he wanted to tear Mo Yan apart.
Mo Yan looked at the grass to one side. The grass was so green. Why were there no butterflies sitting on it? Do butterflies have to stop on flowers?
While Mu Feng was angry, Mo Yan was still in the mood to study some unimportant things. In her heart, Mu Feng was just angry, just angry. At most, she would continue to be hurt, just hurt.
Mo Yan didn't know how many she had used in this period, but she understood that it would be a bad thing if she fell in love with Mu Feng.
"Tell me," Mu Feng shook Mo Yan. Mu Feng didn't even know why he had become so crazy during this period of time.
Didn't he say that he had to wait? Didn't he want to treat his words well? But why could he not help being furious at this moment?
Mu Feng couldn't understand why his words made him angry? Wouldn't it be nice to just stay well?
"But it doesn't matter," Mu Feng tried to calm himself, "Yan, do you want to take a walk here?"
His tone instantly became very soft, as if everything that just happened was just a drama.
Mo Yan fainted now. Why wasn't Mu Feng angry? Why did he suddenly become a new good man? Was he too stimulated?
Mo Yan began to wonder if there were loopholes in his policies or was there something wrong?
"Why, you're not leaving?" The gloom in his eyes betrayed Mu Feng. In fact, he was still feeling very uncomfortable at this moment, but he couldn't care about it anymore.
Mu Feng knew that being domineering and demanding would make Mo Yan stay away from him, so Mu Feng chose to be gentler. He must let Mo Yan know that only he, Mu Feng, is truly worthy of Mo Yan.
Mo Yan turned to look at the woods to one side. He wondered if there were any foxes, wolves, etc. in the woods, but this was unlikely.
Mu Feng followed Mo Yan's line of sight and saw the woods on one side, then took Mo Yan's hand and said, "Let's go"
Without giving Mo Yan the slightest refusal, he directly took Mo Yan into the woods. In the early morning, there was no sound of birds flying in the woods. Occasionally, a few drops of dew fell from the leaves.