"Pinky promise".

Mo Xiaoqing hooked her little finger out, raised her chin, and stared straight at him.

Is his word so unreliable that we have to resort to such a childish method to make him remember it?

Ji Muhan said, somewhat amused and exasperated, "I always keep my word, so there's no need for a pinky promise!"

He really couldn't bring himself to do it, given how childish it was.

"Since you say you always keep your word, why won't you pinky swear with me?"

When Mo Xiaoqing said this, her little finger was still hooked into a hook shape, and she was staring at him with a stubborn look in her eyes.

Can you imagine a little girl constantly pestering you to pinky swear? The scene would be utterly comical…

Ji Muhan rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache, "But I really don't think this is necessary!"

"Why not? I think it's necessary. Anyway, you have to pinky swear with me, otherwise I won't tell you when I go!"

Ji Muhan was both annoyed and amused. She was annoyed that the little girl always left her speechless, and amused that she was always so persistent about such childish things.

"Okay, okay, pinky promise."

He sighed softly, then extended his little finger and hooked it with Mo Xiaoqing's little finger.

"Pinky promise, hang yourself, 100 years from now, whoever breaks it is a dog!"

The sight of a 26-year-old man and a 17-year-old girl making a pinky promise is absolutely hilarious…

Ji Muhan felt that after he met Mo Xiaoqing, his bottom line was repeatedly lowered because of her.

He pressed his temples with a hint of helplessness, and unconsciously curled his lips into a smile.

If this gets back to Shen Shaolin, he'll laugh at it countless times, because even he himself thinks that action was absolutely hilarious...

If he continues to indulge Mo Xiaoqing like this, sooner or later, no matter what she says, he will unconditionally give in to her...

This has become a conditioned reflex of indulging her.

"Okay then, after I finish revising the entire script for this TV series, I'll ask the company for a few days off and come visit you."

"Sure, but you need to call me a week in advance to let me know."

Mo Xiaoqing nodded obediently and sensibly.

She could understand that. After all, with so many things to deal with in their special operations brigade, if he also had to consider her needs, he would definitely have to be notified in advance.

Ji Muhan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "If only Mo Xiaoqing could always be as obedient and sensible as she is now."

But... if she really became like that, she wouldn't be Mo Xiaoqing anymore.

"Aren't you going to the film set tomorrow? Have you packed your clothes?"

"You forgot that when I came last time, all my things were in my suitcase and I hadn't unpacked them yet!"

"Silly girl, wasn't your suitcase broken?"

"..." Oh right!

Ji Muhan found it somewhat amusing to see this shrewd young girl acting silly.

"where you go?"

"Here's a suitcase for you."

Mo Xiaoqing wrapped herself in the blanket, only her head showing. Her expressive eyes blinked as she watched Ji Muhan leave. A moment later, he reappeared in her sight.

Is this necessary?

"Yes, I need to take care of my skin."

Ji Muhan paused for a moment, then put the face wash and face mask that she had placed next to her clothes into her own suitcase.

What clothes do you need to bring?

"That yellow one."

Ji Muhan put the dress she was pointing to into the suitcase next to her.

"And that dark green coat."

"What else is needed?"

"Two skirts and two shorts, I can bring all the skirts and shorts in my suitcase."

"..." Ji Muhan casually picked up a short skirt and looked at it. The slightly yellow skirt was so short that it would likely be more than ten centimeters above her knees when she wore it.

He didn't even need her to put it on; he could imagine how beautiful and eye-catching her straight, slender, white legs would be.

The thought of her wearing this dress and walking around in front of other men made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable and suffocated!

Last time, she wore shorts like these to the special forces brigade to argue with him, but even knowing that she might argue with him because of it, Ji Muhan couldn't help but frown and said in a cool voice, "You're not allowed to bring these!"

Mo Xiaoqing blinked, seemingly understanding something, yet also seemingly not understanding anything, and tilted her head slightly, asking mischievously, "Then if I don't bring these, what will I wear on set?"

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy; please do not reproduce it!