Ling Moyuan then released Mo Jing and bent down to pick up the scattered firewood that he had thrown on the ground while trying to catch Mo Jing.

Mo Jing's ears turned red, and she coughed twice before saying, "Let me help you pick them up too."

No one mentioned that ambiguous moment just now.

Little did he know that Ling Moyuan was feeling a burning sensation in his chest, a feeling that was very irritating. He wanted to wipe it away, but he couldn't.

This feeling had occurred twice before. The first time was when Mo Jing was pushed down in the street and cried her eyes out, and the second time was on Mo Jing's wedding day. This was the third time, and all three times were related to Mo Jing.

After a while, the heat finally subsided, and the two of them had tidied up again and headed back to the stream.

Meanwhile, by the stream, Shen Jingyuan was staring intently at the grilled fish, her mouth watering slightly.

"Mo Jing, Mo Jing, is this fish ready to eat yet?" Shen Jingyuan thought the fish looked delicious, and just smelling its aroma made her stomach rumble.

"Not yet?" Mo Jing took out several packets of sauce from her small bag, wanting to rub the sauce on the fish: "We need to put the sauce on first."

But it was taken away by a hand with distinct knuckles: "Let me do it." The touch of fingertips conveyed the warmth of the palm.

"What flavor do you like?" Ling Moyuan asked Mo Jing as he brushed sauce onto the fish, his deep, husky voice seemingly magnetic as he looked at her.

"Whatever." Mo Jing was indeed not picky.

"I'm easygoing too." Shen Jingyuan squinted, staring intently at Ling Moyuan's hand movements, her chubby face resembling a large apple.

As soon as he saw Ling Moyuan finish cleaning the fish, he couldn't resist grabbing one and putting it in his mouth. He took a bite and exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's burning hot!"

"Be careful." Mo Jing chuckled slightly. She didn't know why being with Shen Jingyuan always made her tense muscles relax. Perhaps it was because Shen Jingyuan's silly and innocent appearance touched the depths of her heart.

They grilled two fish in total. Shen Jingyuan took one, and there wasn't enough for the two of them to share.

After Ling Moyuan finished applying the sauce, he handed the fish to Mo Jing and said, "You eat first."

Mo Jing didn't stand on ceremony. Besides, she felt that even if she refused, Ling Moyuan wouldn't agree. Any man with a modicum of gentlemanly manners would know to give way to a lady.

Ling Moyuan skillfully repaired the two fish and put them back on the shelf. Mo Jing broke the fish in half and handed one portion to Ling Moyuan, saying politely, "Have some first."

Ling Moyuan glanced at her, something flashing in his deep eyes, before silently taking the fish.

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California, USA.

The press conference for "Female Agent" is being held in the reception room of a five-star hotel.

Jesse, dressed in a black suit and sporting a full beard, sat in the center.

Sitting to his left was Merlin, whose striking Eastern face stood out among a group of Westerners. A champagne-colored dress made her skin appear as white as snow. Her smile was gentle and kind, but her hands, hidden under the table, were clenched tightly with nervousness.

How could she not be nervous? This was the year's blockbuster from internationally renowned director Jesse Livermore. Everyone knew that starring in a Jesse Livermore film guaranteed fame.

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To be continued!