One year, two years…
I want every anniversary, for him to always be by my side.
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Xiyan lay inside the tent, a little embarrassed. "Give it to me, I'll wash my feet myself."
"Lie down," Ou Jue commanded without even lifting his head, still using the bottled water to wash the sand off her feet.
Earlier, when she went to get the gift, she ran out barefoot. When she came back, her soles were full of beach sand.
And at this moment, this boy, who in the eyes of outsiders seemed so lofty and untouchable, was carefully rinsing the sand off her feet with a bottle of mineral water.
In her heart, Xiyan felt a tiny shred of embarrassment, but more than that, an overwhelming sweetness.
After rinsing her feet, Ou Jue washed his hands with the remaining water, zipped up the tent, and lay down beside her.
As soon as he lay down, he felt the little girl by his side scoot into his arms.
Ou Jue lowered his gaze to look at her. "What are you doing?"
