Fu Nancheng turned his head to look at her, silent.
Until the night deepened and all fell silent.
A slightly cool body suddenly squeezed into the warm blanket, a large hand adeptly wrapped around her waist, pressing close, the chest resting against her back, only then did he feel secure.
"Xiao Mo..."
He lightly kissed her hair, his gaze tinged with complexity.
He struggled to accept that she wasn't the person he had always been searching for, as if reality had dealt him a harsh blow.
Yet, upon waking up, he found himself deeply entrenched.
It seemed he couldn't leave her now... what to do?
The large hand hugged her even tighter, her faint fragrance calming him.
He knew he might have to let her go, after all, all of this was a mistake he had caused. Only, it seemed he was unable to do so.
Qiao Mo gently opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the chest, making no sound.
Indeed, it's something one could easily crave...
...
The next morning, the two were still silent.
