When mentioning Wutong and thinking of Teng Lixuan still talking about phoenix beastmen, Su Muyao felt a suffocating discomfort in her heart.
Instinctively, she felt disgust and dislike.
Wen Nanxi affectionately kissed her brow, "Alright, if you don't like it, then we won't mention it in the future."
"Do you want to take a stroll around?"
Wen Nanxi couldn't bear to see her unhappy.
So he thought of taking her for a walk to distract her.
Su Muyao nodded, "Okay."
Wen Nanxi lifted Su Muyao into his arms, then put a hood on her, carefully shielding her from the wind and sand.
He treated her as if she were a precious treasure.
In his heart, she was the jewel at the center of his heart.
Truly, he feared she might melt if kept in his mouth or might fall if held in his palm.
Holding this cherished person, Wen Nanxi had no desire to let go, wishing he could hold her forever; and it would be even better to merge her into his heart.
