Mo Yan leaned against the man's embrace, feeling a bit suffocated but reluctant to push him away, so she just let him hold her. Her fingers unwittingly played with the man's hanging black hair, her fingertips becoming even more tender and white, forming another enticing landscape in the man's eyes.
The next moment, her mischievous hand was also caught by the man's large palm, gently caressing it, dry yet warm.
Having not seen her for a day felt like an eternity, let alone nearly a month. Xiao Ruiyuan finally couldn't resist the longing in his heart and came here. Now, holding the woman in his arms, he felt as if the empty place in his heart was finally filled.
Mo Yan wouldn't say it, but her heart longed too, clinging to the man's solid embrace and quietly listening to the heartbeat by her ear.
After a long while, they separated and sat down on the sofa, hand in hand.