"There's... there's someone!" Overwhelmed by the man, Gu Qingxin was abruptly brought back to reality by the sharp sound of the doorbell.
"Ignore it!" There was a flash of displeasure in Beiming Han's eyes. Inopportune interruptions were not appreciated.
A restrained groan escaped Gu Qingxin. The doorbell only rang twice before stopping. Unless they had a death wish, who would continue to ring it?
Her body was turned over and she was pressed up against the window, facing the outside, by the man.
Her eyes, clouded with bewilderment, took in the icy winter landscape outside the window, the snowflakes fluttering down from the sky and whirling in a graceful dance...
It was beautiful...
Beiming Han carried exhausted Gu Qingxin to bed after her bath, tucked her in, then got up, feeling a sudden sharp pain in his chest.
His gaze darkening slightly, he lowered his head to gently kiss the girl's forehead...