In fact, Su Zhiruan was a bit nervous.
The size difference was too obvious, Ji Xiaoyuan loomed over her, and she could only see the strong muscles of his arms.
"Hiss..."
The light pink on her neck overlapped repeatedly, falling again and again, turning into a deep pink.
It was like a winter plum, brushed aside after being weighed down by the white snow, revealing red plum blossoms.
This snow came suddenly, yet very restrained, sometimes accompanied by roaring winds, and sometimes falling densely and suddenly, making it unbearable.
At times, the sunlight appeared, melting the snow and dripping onto the wrinkled edge of the bed, while at other times the night was hazy, leaving her mind blank.
"...Ji Xiaoyuan." Su Zhiruan leaned against him, breathing heavily like a dying fish, and offered her opinion, "Do you think I'm going to fly away with wings tomorrow?"
