Ji Wei smiled, reached out to hold the man's face, her bright eyes lightly blinking, then leaned in and kissed his lips. "Let's consider the previous matters behind us. From now on, we'll face the storms together, never letting go of each other's hands."
The woman's soft and tender words deeply moved Gu Moqian. In his deep black eyes, a mist seemed to rise. He clasped her palm, interlocking their fingers.
Gu Moqian looked quietly at Ji Wei for a few seconds, repeating her words: "Never letting go of each other's hands."
That night was hardly tranquil for the two of them. After passionate and unrestrained lovemaking, they fell asleep entwined in each other's arms. Their shallow breaths rose and fell in sync, and in the spacious Presidential Suite, the room was filled with warmth and sweetness.
...
At the Ji Family's residence, Cuiya Residence.
Ji Shanshan feigned sleep, lying in bed, carefully listening to any sounds from the bed beside hers.
