When did he become so mushy?

Mo Wen woke up early and was already dressed neatly. He sat down in the living room and seemed to be busy.

Mo Yancheng remained silent. He seemed to be deep in thought as he whispered to her,""Sleep first? Hmm?"

"Alright," he said. She looked at him as he prepared to leave and nodded. It was still early! Even if she were to catch a flight, it would take eight or nine in the morning. The two places were not far, so she was not in a hurry.

"Take a nap. I'll wake you up at eight." As he spoke, he walked up to her and picked her up. After shifting their positions, he covered her with the blanket again.

"Alright," he said. She pinched the corner of the blanket and nodded.

Mo Yanchen lowered his head and kissed her forehead.""Mischievous."

Watching him turn around and leave, her smile grew wider.""Uncle is getting more and more nauseating."