"What? You want to capture it and make it my mount?" She thought she had misheard.
"Otherwise, what else would I do? Rest assured, your wish will come true. Consider it my second gift to you."
"Hah, did you even give me the first gift?" Lan Yue huffed in frustration.
"Did you forget?"
"You never gave me anything."
"It seems you're truly forgetful. Let me remind you." With that, he pulled her close and planted a mischievous kiss, then looked at Lan Yue with a teasing smile. "Now do you remember?"
"You…! I hate you." Lan Yue had clearly met her match in life.
At this moment, her heart was filled with sweetness, just like a woman in love. She felt Tang Feng was infuriatingly mischievous but couldn't help loving him deeply.
That's why girls always like bad boys—they seem to understand romance better. Bookworms rarely win hearts.
They love being praised, cherished, cared for at every turn—anything but the monotony of transactional conversations and dull lives.
