Forget It

Mu Anan didn't answer immediately after Seventh Master asked her a question.

Instead, she subconsciously shrunk her neck and burrowed deeper into Seventh Master's arms, hugging him even tighter.

Seventh Master looked helpless.

Before coming to Liuli City, Zong Zhengyu had told Mu Anan that she had grown up and that there was a need to keep a distance between men and women.

It was all for nothing now.

The main thing was that with the child's grievance, she would cry non-stop on the spot if Zong Zhengyu dared to put her down now.

Forget it.

"Seventh Master, I just want to hug you like this," Mu Anan whispered.

Lying quietly in his arms, smelling the scent of Seventh Master, and feeling his body temperature could make Mu Anan feel at ease.

It gave Mu Anan courage.

Even if it was a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, she could still walk on this road of love with determination.