After Liu Yichen felt comfortable, he lay on the bed with Zhou Xiaotian, holding a cigarette.
The alluring Zhou Xiaotian was holding onto his chest tightly with both hands. She felt that having this man by her side was so unreal, as if he would disappear the moment she turned around. So she held on tightly, this time, she would never let go.
She raised her head, looking at his not-so-handsome face, smoke drifting from his mouth, swirling and spreading.
He wasn't handsome at all, nor was he particularly masculine. He carried a rogue air, very cheeky. No special qualities, yet why was she hopelessly in love with him? It's been three years, and nothing has changed. She couldn't push him out of her heart, couldn't make room for anyone else.
Liu Yichen just firmly filled her entire heart.
She raised her hand and touched his chin: "Your beard is growing out."
