When Duan Jintian said this, she really meant the simplest thing.
To her, it was good enough that Xirong fuchen was by her side. She didn't need any gifts.
However, this sentence was also very ambiguous.
In Xirong fuchen's ears, Duan Jintian's words had a different meaning.
Xirong fuchen couldn't help but tighten his arms around Duan Jintian, and his breathing also became heavier.
This girl was extremely pure, but sometimes, when she spoke, his heart could not calm down.
Xirong fuchen smiled helplessly. He took a deep breath to suppress the blood that was surging up.
He gently stroked Duan Jintian's hair, his eyes filled with tender love and adoration.
For the entire afternoon, Xirong fuchen accompanied Duan Jintian to the food street for a good meal.
Duan Jintian had never felt so relaxed and happy before.
No matter how much she ran or kicked up a fuss, as long as she turned around, she would see Xirong fuchen by her side.