Jian Liangtong's pupils shrank dramatically, and suddenly her eyes were filled with tears.
Huo Shaojun's heart was struck, and he raised his hand to cover her eyes, "Fool."
He deepened the kiss, and Jian Liangtong responded with equal intensity.
Under the lush old locust tree, sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering like tiny golden bubbles, adorning the two of them, creating a picture one could never tire of.
He Xinyun and Li Jieying came out of the kitchen after preparing dinner, expecting not to see Jian Liangtong in the living room.
Though she had mentally prepared herself, He Xinyun still wore a slightly gloomy expression.
Wang Zhen was sitting on the sofa, eyes half-closed, working on a cloth shoe with an insole.
He Xinyun gazed at the doorway for a long moment before withdrawing her gaze and looking over at Wang Zhen.
Noticing the insole in her hand was rather small, He Xinyun's brow twitched, and she walked over.
