Zhang Minmin's pretty face flushed with two rosy clouds under his touch, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of shyness and happiness.
In that instant, she truly felt cherished, basking in comfort.
However, she slightly tilted her head, meeting Liu Zhizhong's gaze, and couldn't help but curl her lips into a displeased cold smile, saying, "You're the silly one! I'm not silly, I know you're truly good to me, right? How can you have feelings for a silly girl? Are you silly too?"
"Haha, I'm just feeling a bit emotional. Women, ah, are really defenseless against flowers. Isn't that silly? You can't even eat them!"
"You can look at them, smell them, enjoy them—isn't that enough?"
"So, when it comes to love, even the noblest of ladies become silly sweethearts?"
"Go, go, go! You're the silly sweetheart, you're all silly sweethearts..."
"Haha..."
In the cabin, an indescribable emotional state flowed between the two, much like a playful teasing.
