Mo Shuruo froze for a moment. He pulled his hand but did not pull it out. His ears were red with embarrassment, "You... let go."

"I let you go, don't run away."

Mo Shuruo struggled, "I know..."

So he really let go of his hand, feeling a little reluctant to let go for a moment. The rainy night kept stopping, and the ticking sound had no intention of stopping. Uncle Mo was so confused that he was pounding like the rain, and his hands were still under the cloak.

He stopped picking his palms and looked at Yan Jue again, with a smile on his lips, seemingly very happy.

"You seem to be in a good mood today?"

He looked back at her, "Of course."

Mo Shuruo's thoughts were different from those of his daughter's family. He was shy but not overwhelmed by love again and again. She looked at the rain and slowly adjusted her mood. When she calmed down, this kind of confrontation seemed to be nothing.

"What are the city lord's plans next?"

Yanjue was not a person who could talk about love, so the two of them were very happy just to sit quietly and watch the rain.

He shook the wine jar and said, "I'll take you and Hongdrill home first, and then go back to Tianmu Peak."

After going round and round, they still had to separate. Mo Shuruo drank wine and took one gulp, his throat was bitter and sweet, "The matter in Northern Xinjiang is over, but I can't feel happy anymore. During this period, I feel that a lot has happened.

But I feel like nothing happened." Mo Shuruo smiled bitterly, "It's really like a dream."

Yanjue turned to look at her, "Are you reluctant to let go of Xiang Jingyi?"
Chapter completed!