He Teng stopped the fidgeting He Zhilan in front of him with a hand and scolded her in a low voice, "Stand properly! Stand up straight!" Then he touched his nose and looked at He Zhilan earnestly.
At noon, besides taking a long look when they were at the entrance of the banquet hall, he hardly had the chance to look at her properly after that.
On the one hand, there were too many people around, and he felt embarrassed to stare at He Zhilan continuously; on the other hand, he had to toast and didn't have the time.
"Just stand there looking like that and you'll hit me, huh!" He Zhilan stuck out her tongue at He Teng then flopped into his embrace, wrapping her arms around He Teng's sturdy waist, "Brother, I'm especially happy today!"
