Looking at Yan Xinxin's expectant starry eyes, Mo Chuxi curled his lips playfully.
"I've come up with quite a few. Which one do you want to hear first?"
"Of course, I want to hear all of them! Then I'll choose the one with the best meaning."
"Hmm."
Mo Chuxi chuckled, his thin lips rising into a faint smile.
"Alright, listen up."
"Okay."
"Ink stain, ink water, ink glasses, ink fish, ink studies, ink law, ink..."
"Mo Chuxi, if you say 'ink' one more time, I will actually hit you!"
Yan Xinxin raised her hand and playfully gave his chest a light push as if she was genuinely annoyed.
Despite her seemingly discontent expression, the smile on her face betrayed the joy she felt at that moment.
Mo Chuxi held Yan Xinxin's hand with a laugh and leaned in for a kiss.
"Baby, don't be mad. If you're not satisfied, I can think of more."
"Hmph, you have no sincerity at all!"
"How could I not? I actually thought about it seriously all night last night."
