"Mm, okay." An Ning hurriedly nodded.
Watching Sikong Wuyou leave, he considerately closed the door.
An Ning turned her head and walked to the bed, lifting the quilt and lying down.
Taking a deep breath, she could still smell his scent lingering on the quilt, gently, filling her heart with an indescribable sweetness.
She really hoped that when she woke up the next morning, it would still be like this, that all of this wasn't just a dream.
Having lived two lifetimes, she never dared to imagine that one day, she could establish a romantic relationship with Sikong Wuyou.
Hehe, heaven truly hadn't been too harsh on her.
Sikong Wuyou, her male deity, the unattainable flower in her heart, had simply fallen into her palm out of thin air.
Next door, lying on the couch, Sikong Wuyou was also slightly curling his lips.
Once, he didn't understand how someone like Sikong Mo could do so much for a woman, becoming restless and uneasy over her injuries, ecstatic over her happiness.
