While gently pushing her from behind, Xiaoqi teased her, "Miss, are you perhaps missing Young Master Sang?"

Yang Mu'an: ...

Her face flushed slightly, and she quickly lowered her head, muttering defiantly, "Who said that? I didn't!"

Xiaoqi laughed and bent down, looking at her with a smile: "Miss, you're shy, hahaha, maybe Young Master Sang is right behind you!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yang Mu'an said softly and coquettishly, looking down.

Xiaoqi pouted: "Miss dares to think but doesn't allow people to say it? Miss is clearly thinking about Young Master Sang!"

"Go away, you're just talking nonsense!" Yang Mu'an pushed away Xiao Qi, who was looking at her with a gossipy expression.

Xiaoqi smiled and stood up straight, continuing to push her swing.

Yang Mu'an looked at the flowerbed in front of her for a few seconds, then pouted slightly and said listlessly, "Speaking of which, it does seem like it's been a long time since we last saw each other..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaoqi laughed: "Miss, you admit it, you clearly miss Young Master Sang."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang Mu'an said with a helpless expression, his little face wrinkled.

Xiaoqi gave her another push and joked with a smile, "Miss, I've heard people say that when you're thinking about someone, you'll find that when you turn around, they're right behind you."

"Oh dear! What nonsense are you talking about!" Yang Mu'an blushed with embarrassment. She turned her head to look at Xiao Qi but froze. Her hand trembled and she loosened the swing rope, just as Xiao Qi pushed her back again.

"Ah!" Yang Mu'an didn't react in time and flew off the swing.

She had completely forgotten how to react, and closed her eyes tightly. Just when she thought she was about to fall hard, she suddenly fell into a warm embrace.

The familiar scent made her grip the man's neck tightly.

Xiaoqi was stunned when she saw Sang Yun rushing over. At the same time, she was relieved that Sang Yun had come, otherwise her young lady might have been injured because of her carelessness.

She looked at Yang Mu'an, who was nestled in Sang Yun's arms with a shy expression, and walked up to the two of them, curtsied, and said: "Miss, Young Master Sang, this servant would like to prepare some snacks."

After saying that, he turned around and ran out in small steps.

The two then realized their posture.

Yang Mu'an hurriedly jumped off Sang Yun's body.

Sang Yun looked at her empty hands and pursed her lips awkwardly.

Yang Mu'an lowered her head, looking incredibly well-behaved. She looked at Sang Yun's feet and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Seeing that she had broken the awkward silence, Sang Yun quickly replied, "I... I was looking for Brother Yang, and I thought I'd drop by to see you."

"Oh." Yang Mu'an turned around with slight disappointment and said softly, "Looking for me was just a coincidence."

Hearing her words, Sang Yun pursed her lips and subconsciously said, "No! I didn't just come to see you on the side."

Upon hearing her words, Yang Mu'an turned around immediately. She looked up and met Sang Yun's eyes, which sparkled as she asked, "What is that?"

Sang Yun looked into her eyes and his ears instantly turned red. The words "I miss you" were on the tip of his tongue, but she swallowed them back: "Because...because...that..."

Yang Mu'an, however, showed no intention of letting him off the hook. She continued to blink at him and asked, "Why?"

Yang Mu'an, who was usually so carefree, suddenly became so gentle today that Sang Yun felt a little uncomfortable. He stared at Yang Mu'an for a long time before finally managing to utter a single sentence...