"Thank you for taking me to the movie."

Not to accompany, but to take.

A difference of one word is a world of difference.

Chen Zhiyan hugged Ni Huan's waist from behind and placed his chin on her head.

"Why do I feel that you are so sentimental tonight?"

Ni Huan looked down at the big hand that appeared on her waist. She touched her forehead, her tone was not important, and she was joking.

"Yes, maybe...I'm sick..."

The hot breath that Chen Zhiyan exhaled was sprayed on Ni Huan's hair.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, "It seems that I really have to consider the next step and invest in the construction of a mental hospital."

Ni Huan nodded very seriously and suggested: "Remember to paint the wall pink, so I feel comfortable living there."
Chapter completed!