C662 Soft Attachment to Her

"What a terrible name!"

Tang Chunyan scratched her head in embarrassment, her jet-black face flushed red. "I was just casually making a suggestion. If you don't like it, then forget it …"

Mu Zhengyan whistled. He realized that the softness in his arms seemed to be sensible. His hands kept waving, as if he was protesting. His mouth was pouting.

He retracted his gaze