"Hmm, let's watch together."
He spoke and sat down on the ground, then pulled forcefully, making Mu Yiliang involuntarily fall into his arms!
She glared at him, but the man was unconcerned, gently holding her waist and letting her lean against his chest without speaking further.
For a moment, silence fell between them.
Mu Yiliang's hand by her side involuntarily clenched. For her, this quiet companionship was more difficult than his jokes and laughter.
She could only find a topic: "Si Jue, how many guests are coming to the wedding in three days?"
He rested with his eyes closed, and upon hearing this, said softly, "Less than a hundred."
"So few..."
He chuckled, "Since I've broken ties with my family, in fact, most of the guests are your friends."
Mu Yiliang calculated, and it seemed to be true; she had sent invitations to all her closer friends.
"Will the wedding be live-streamed?" she asked curiously, "Internet users are really looking forward to it."
