Carefully putting down the person behind him, he leaned against the tree in front, holding her in his arms so she could sleep more comfortably.
Her fair little face was smudged with dirt, looking like a little flower cat.
Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and reached out to pinch her little face; this little woman indeed made him love and hate her.
Seeing her frown and burrow into his embrace, he lowered his head to kiss her messy forehead, then held her tighter in his arms.
When Lan Yue woke up, the moon was already hanging high in the sky.
She was wrapped in a warm embrace, feeling cozy all over.
Turning her head, she saw Xiao Chen with his eyes closed, and she leaned in to kiss the corner of his lips.
Just as she was savoring the temperature of his lips, she looked up to find him staring at her with deep eyes that had unknowingly opened, his dark pupils fixed on her.
Lan Yue felt sheepish, oh no, caught stealing a kiss.
