After I went through the book, I criticized the villain but he insisted on pampering me

At this critical moment, a black shadow shot towards us like a meteor.

Mo Yanchen was agile. He flipped in the air and held Su Xueer steadily.

His black robe fluttered in the wind, like a black eagle spreading its wings and soaring.

The sea breeze blew gently, and Mo Yanchen's hair flew slightly. His eyes were focused and firm, staring at Su Xueer closely.

At this moment, everything in the world no longer exists, and only she in his arms is everything to him.

Su Xueer opened her eyes wide in horror and looked at Mo Yanchen who was so close to her. His handsome face was slightly flushed with nervousness and his breathing was a little rapid.

Their eyes met, and time stood still at this moment.

Mo Yanchen held Su Xueer in his arms, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world, and slowly landed on the edge of the fish pond.

Su Xueer's heart was beating like a drum, not knowing whether it was because of the thrill just now or because of such close contact with Mo Yanchen at this moment.

With a red face, she broke free from Mo Yanchen's arms and whispered, "Thank...thank you."

Mo Yanchen looked at her, his eyes full of concern: "Why are you so careless."

"How can you blame me? It's the problem of this building. It has been in disrepair for a long time. Look, that part is broken." Su Xueer pointed at the place where she tripped just now, unconvinced.

Mo Yanchen turned his head to look there, his long eyelashes covering his black jade-like eyes, and his expression could not be seen.

He knew that there couldn't be any disrepair areas above the fifth floor of the Canglan.

Douyaer, who was standing by, was so happy about the couple that she smiled and said in a soft voice, "Wow, brother Alan is hugging sister Xue'er again."

When Su Xueer heard Douyaer's shout, her face turned even redder. She glared at Douyaer and tried to change the subject.

But he couldn't help but shift his gaze back to Mo Yanchen.

Looking at Mo Yanchen's concerned eyes, she asked inexplicably: "Alan, do you... do you like me?"

Mo Yanchen didn't expect Su Xueer to ask this suddenly. His fair face instantly turned red. He waved his hand and denied it quickly: "What are you talking about? How could I like you? You...you you are my savior. I am just grateful for your life-saving grace."

As he spoke, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look Su Xueer in the eye.

Su Xueer crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly, looking like she knew everything: "Humph, it's better this way. You listen carefully, you are not allowed to like me."

Mo Yanchen's heart tightened, and the blush on his face gradually faded, replaced by a trace of loneliness.

He knew that if he expressed his feelings, she would definitely leave him because of her hot temper.

Mo Yanchen quickly recovered his composure and said, "I have a fiancée, how could I be fickle? What do I think of you? You are not familiar with the type I like."

Su Xueer looked at Mo Yanchen and felt relieved that he really didn't seem to be lying.

But for some reason, there was a hint of indescribable feeling in her heart. She coughed lightly and said, "That's good."

She doesn't want to play any palace fighting or house fighting script, it's so annoying.

Su Xueer smiled and asked, "Then tell me, what kind do you like?"

Mo Yanchen looked at her face and stammered, "I...I, why should I tell you?"

"Stingy." Su Xueer curled her lips, rolled her eyes at him, turned around and walked to the edge of the fish pond, lowering her eyes to look at the fish in the pond.

She turned her back to him and said, "You like someone like Lu Linglong, right?"