The sun sets over the western hills.
As the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the ancient city of Jing'an is bustling with activity, teeming with people.
Every household is already adorned with festive lanterns, colorful decorations like stars adorning the night sky, illuminating the broad streets.
After eating the last small piece of mooncake, Zhu Nanzhi brought her fingers to her lips, extending her little tongue to lick off the sugary filling.
The cute and charming gesture immediately caught Lu Jin'an's attention.
"Hmm?" Zhu Nanzhi tilted her head and looked at him, "What's the matter?"
Lu Jin'an's gaze swept over her alabaster fingers, and he smiled gently, "Is it delicious?"
"Delicious!" Zhu Nanzhi nodded vigorously, "Husband's filling is delicious!"
"Did you say that on purpose?" Mu Qingyue asked lightly.
