Sikong Mo lowered his head, looking at the bright sparkle in Ye Jiu's eyes. His head slightly tilted down, his voice deep, "It is precisely because he is still young that one must make a move early. Otherwise, when his brilliance shines resplendently in the days to come, how could it be this king's turn to succeed?"
With a whoosh, Ye Jiu's face flushed red, yet her heart was sweet as if she had eaten honey.
"Is Jiujiu shy?" Sikong Mo chuckled deeply, "Does that mean, at this moment in Jiujiu's heart, there is also a place for this king?"
The residual warmth by her ear made Ye Jiu's little heart race as if it had run a mile, pounding nonstop, and she couldn't calm it down.
"Don't joke, Young Master Sikong." If this continued, facing such an incredibly handsome man, she really wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Didn't I say to call me Mo, or even, Brother Mo is fine." Ye Jiu looked so cute like this, it made Sikong Mo somewhat loath to let go.
