Those hands were delicate, long, and beautiful.
After the man's gaze drifted downward, he suddenly found himself unable to look away.
Feeling him stand firm, Tong Ran pressed her face against his back. Her shirt was already soaked through, her cheek against the muscles of his back, she spoke softly, "Mo Nanjue, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
The sea breeze blew gently, the pebbles underfoot somewhat hard to bear. Tong Ran shifted her feet and felt extremely comforted with her arms around him, "Mo Nanjue, do you think we could live on a small island like this in the future? Build a house here, plant flowers and vegetables at the door, listen to the tide every day, bring Nannan over and find it a boyfriend to settle down with, and we never leave again..."
