Chi Xiaoyu hooked her arms around his neck, smiling, gently swaying her body.
At that moment, the feeling was like holding a glass of fine wine, gently swirling it in her palm, letting the sweet aroma waft out.
She enjoyed this process immensely.
If falling in love with Gong Beiming for the first time felt sweet and beautiful,
then now, every day, the beauty of their first encounter is replaying.
If only life could be like the first meeting.
This is not a supposition, but reality.
She tilted her head, teasing him, "Are you flirting with me? Does your wife agree to you finding a mistress outside?"
"I don't have a wife!" he said earnestly.
"Really? But you're wearing a wedding ring!"
She pointed to his ring finger, and only then did he raise his hand, indeed, no wedding ring on the ring finger.
"You tricked me? You little thing!!"
"Pfft, just teasing you..."
Their embrace grew tighter and tighter...
