Feeling the heat on her cheeks, Bai Su slightly lowered his gaze.
The girl's face was delicate and beautiful, just like before she fell asleep, her long ink-black hair spread over her back. Bai Su straightened up and then reached out to gently embrace her, as if handling a fragile porcelain doll.
His body was fiercely hot, Rong Zhi pressed her lips together without moving, feeling the gentle touch on her back, she sighed softly, gradually wrapping her arms around his slender waist, leaning into him and nodding, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Back then, he comforted her, and now roles have reversed, it's her turn to coax him like a child.
She heard a rich, muffled laugh in her ear, Rong Zhi could feel the chest she was leaning against trembling. She reached out and poked him.
Seeing that he seemed not to have rested well, as long as it made him happy, she would hug him a little longer.
For a long time, everything around was quiet, and the person holding her didn't make a sound.
