If I Don't Love My Wife, Who Do I Love

"Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?"

Mo Boyuan would never bring something up for no reason. Since he had opened his mouth, there must be a reason.

Moreover, it had been so many years.

"Confirm it."

"What?"

Saying half of it and hiding the other half, was he doing it on purpose?

"Come here."

Hm?

Jiang Tingxu did not move from her seat. She cast a sidelong glance at the man sitting beside her.

"Are you out of your mind? Aren't I just sitting here? Where else do you want me to go?"

Mo Boyuan's eyebrows twitched a few times. He coughed and said.

"Come here and let me give you a hug."

He felt sorry for the little girl from back then.

However, Jiang Tingxu did not get that, and stood up.

"You can hug yourself. I'm going to pack my things."

If it was the smaller version, Jiang Tingxu would definitely be more than happy to hug, kiss, or something.