"It's okay, it's all right." Old Madam Situ said to Old Madam Loo as she sat down. They completely failed to notice the flush on Situ Xin's cheeks, red as a fully ripened apple, and the triumphant smile on Xiao Muli's face.
"Hey, Xiao Muli, why are you holding me so tightly, I need to get up," Situ Xin lowered her voice on purpose as she spoke. She certainly did not want everyone to see this scene between them.
"Oh, I was just afraid you'd fall, so I held on a bit tighter. How could you be so careless just now? You almost fell over," Xiao Muli preempted Situ Xin's potential questioning with his response.
As Xiao Muli spoke, he reluctantly let go of Situ Xin's soft body, which he had been holding. When her body left his embrace, he took several deep breaths, savoring her unique scent. If he could, he truly did not want to let go. He wanted to hold Situ Xin like this forever and ever.