The smell of lavender rushed straight into Sam Canh Dinh's nose, regained consciousness, leaned over a bit, intending to avoid the hug.

 Duong Ai Van felt his small movement and said softly: "If you still move, I'll kiss you in front of Phong Dai."

 “Duong Ai Van, you are getting more and more bold.” Sam Canh Dinh spoke neither coldly nor lightly, but was obviously not angry.

 Duong Ai Van smiled: "Now you know, I can be even more daring."