Xia Pengpeng raised her hand, wrapped it around Mu Xingye's neck, and gently touched his lips, "Be good, I believe this day won't be too far off."
"Yes, not too long."
He held her hand, her fingertips no longer the usual pink, making her skin appear almost transparent, his heart ached again, and he tightly held Xia Pengpeng in his arms.
"You're holding too tight, I can hardly breathe."
"I want to absorb you into my body, yet it still feels insufficient."
Xia Pengpeng sat up, letting Mu Xingye lie on the rocking chair, found a comfortable position in his arms, and snuggled into his embrace like a little cat.
"I'm still a bit tired, hold me while I rest a little longer."
"Alright. Sleep a bit more." Mu Xingye gently stroked her soft hair.
The sensation his fingertips brought was so comforting that Xia Pengpeng soon drifted into slumber.
...
A jeep sped along the mountain path, Baby Mu leaning by the window, face full of excitement and anticipation.
