Si Mo held her tighter, cheek to cheek, and said, "I actually wish that at this moment they could come and see how this lord is entwined with his wife."
Mu Qingge broke free from his embrace and glared at him as a warning.
Her demeanor amused Si Mo, bringing a smile to his face.
"Are you really going to participate in the competition?" Mu Qingge asked uncertainly.
Si Mo's boldness, lately, had exceeded her expectations. At this moment, even if he nodded and said he wanted to join the hustle with a bunch of juniors, she would believe him.
Fortunately, Si Mo wasn't bored to that extent.
He said to Mu Qingge, "I'm just here to watch, not to participate in the competition." He was here to see his little Ge'er; he had no spare time to join any competition.
Hmm, as long as his little Ge'er joined the competition, he'd focus on watching how she would stand out and take the lead.
"At least you have some sense." Mu Qingge muttered.
