The sea breeze gently blew over them, bringing a refreshing coolness. After a long hesitation, Mu Zimo finally raised his arm and placed it on her shoulder.
Even as he pulled her closer, Qiao An simply kept her head down, fiddling with her phone. She was searching for more inspiration for training all the little animals, occasionally holding her phone up for Mu Zimo to see.
"How about this little raccoon going crazy by itself? So cute, right? This would definitely attract a ton of fans!"
Qiao An was genuinely trying to help the director brainstorm. After all, the Iron-eating Beast was still relatively free under his care. If someone else took over managing the zoo, she didn't know how long it would take to get on the same page with them.
Watching Qiao An's mouth chatter away, Mu Zimo didn't hear a single word. He was completely absorbed by her body heat and the faint scent of her body wash, making it impossible for him to think.
