The next day, Mu Anran got up just after five in the morning.
She sneakily stretched her hand out from under the covers, preparing to reach for her coat, when suddenly a pair of strong and powerful arms embraced her from behind.
Then, she was pulled into a warm embrace.
"Why so early, where are you going?"
From behind, Yu Lingqian's voice still carried a thick nasal tone.
Mu Anran turned her head, switched on the bedside lamp, and kissed Yu Lingqian on the lips, "I plan to pick a gift for the old man today."
Yu Lingqian's eyebrows furrowed, "Didn't I say..."
"You did say I needn't prepare, but I still have to express my own feelings. You can't stop me on this!"
Stubbornness filled Mu Anran's pretty little face.
Yu Lingqian glanced at her and eventually relented, "Where do you want to go?"
As he spoke, he also sat up, ready to throw off the covers.
He seemed determined to accompany Mu Anran.
