Just like he said, agreeing to apologize to Sun Lufang on the radio was a gesture of friendship towards Li Dajun, but agreeing is one thing and forgiving is another.
Li Dajun has no right to apologize on behalf of Sun Lufang, nor does he have the authority to forgive Sun Lufang for An Ran.
An Ran listened to Mu Xingfeng’s endless instructions and chuckled, "Are you really going to spoil rotten? Don’t worry, I won’t wrong myself, nor will I cause any trouble for you. I’m not a child."
"I’m willing to spoil you like a child," Mu Xingfeng held her, his big hand sliding to her flat lower abdon, "Isn’t it a few days past your ti this month?"
An Ran’s period is usually very punctual, but this month it’s three days late. Could there be a little one in there already?
An Ran pouted, "No way—it was probably because the food was too bad when we went to Qingfeng Town last month, and I didn’t get enough nutrition. My period was a whole week late. You know what? I was so scared then, thinking I was pregnant. If I had gotten pregnant back then, I really wouldn’t have known what to do. Just the thought of climbing mountains with a baby made my head ache..."
As soon as Mu Xingfeng heard her first sentence, his expression changed. He had been eagerly counting the days, thinking they’d hit the mark this ti, but it turned out her period was just late.
An Ran was still complaining when suddenly everything spun around her, and Mu Xingfeng picked her up horizontally.
"Hey, hubby, what are you doing?"
"I’m obviously going to have my way with you. Clearly, hubby hasn’t been working hard enough, so it’s ti for so overti." Despite all his hard work, there was still no movent, and Mu Xingfeng’s ego took a severe blow.
Hearing Mu Xingfeng’s blunt words, An Ran burst into laughter in his arms, "My dear Instructor Mu, speaking from the professional perspective of a dical student, even if you don’t sleep tonight, you won’t be making a baby because I’m in my safe period."
"You cheeky girl, let’s test that out, see if I can or can’t make it happen."
"Instructor Mu, you should believe in science," An Ran, pinned beneath him, laughed like a mischievous cat, her slender fingers tapping Mu Xingfeng’s forehead.
Because of her teasing, the man’s eyes grew darker, and his voice beca low and husky, "I am science."
An Ran now admitted one thing: when it cos to this, a shaless man is truly invincible. Mu Xingfeng, who used to be so cold and dignified, now look at his shaless deanor—there’s no trace of his past reserved and aloof self.
As the man grew more dangerous, An Ran briskly pushed him away.
But how could he let the little shrimp escape? Just as she was about to crawl off the bed, he grabbed her calf and pulled her back into his arms.
An Ran exclaid in surprise, "Mu Xingfeng, you’re being unreasonable."
"Darling, reason isn’t how we do things here; here, we practice."
"Practice... still needs to rely on... theory."
"No, darling, theory is derived from practice."
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