Su Muyao sensed Xie Guixue's cautious movements and spoke, "I'm not that fragile, you can hold me tightly."
Now, he's completely different from his darkened self.
But Su Muyao loves teasing his innocent self.
If he were darkened, she wouldn't dare to provoke him even a little.
"Okay."
With that, Xie Guixue gently embraced her, then slowly exerted force.
Even though he applied pressure, he didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of hurting her.
Su Muyao gazed at his cold and perfect immortal-like appearance, feeling she couldn't have any desecrating thoughts.
Just purely wanting to hold him, comfort him a bit, not wanting him to overthink.
Also not wanting him to be upset because of everyone's struggle for favor.
Just by holding him like this, she could smell the refreshing and pleasant icy fragrance on him.
It's very crisp, as if it can cleanse one's soul, making the heart calm and pure.
Su Muyao's body relaxed involuntarily, just leaning against his chest like that.
