Chapter 430 The Past Thing, What Is Peony Master For

Feng Yuran's hesitated and uneasy voice that was unusual rang. "Tong'er, do you like me?" He, who always appeared confident and devilishly attractive, was never so unsure like now. Smiles appeared on her face, and the corners of her lips lifted unconsciously with warmth in her heart. She leaned still on his chest and clenched a corner of his sleeve, as if only in this way, could the sweetness not pass away. Feng Yuran was so tenacious that when he couldn't hear Mo Xuetong's reply, he stretched out his hand to hold Mo Xuetong's chin. "Why don't you speak?" Mo Xuetong tried to get rid of his hand, but failed. And her chin was held up by his strong hand. Feng Yuran was really unbending. "Say, do you like me?" His comely red lips lifted, revealing a domineering charm but with a little anticipation in his eyes. With his temperament, it was almost impossible for him to have such a look. But she was able to see the anticipation in his eyes. Mo Xuetong's heart softened, and s