Love her, even though he's not good at expressing it...
But, as long as he sees her, he can't control the surging hot blood in his heart.
He wants to take care of her, cherish her, treasure her, wants to use his body to fervently convey his love, so...
His rough hand weaves in, sliding through her fingers, interlocking their ten fingers.
He also leans in, smiling warmly with his brows and eyes.
Who would have thought that they were just arguing a moment ago, and were in conflict yesterday, but now...
Is this what they call making up after a fight at the head of the bed?
Gu Qianqian doesn't know, but when he gradually approaches her small face, when she lifts her eyes to gaze at his sculpted handsome features.
The shower water continues to spray down, the winding droplets forming a line, going down, going down...
Until he lowers his head, until his full forehead rests against Gu Qianqian's forehead.
