Confession

Chen Qing was stunned. He had never expected Lina to throw herself into his arms like a little butterfly. She was even hugging his waist tightly.

She was small and soft, and her body emitted a gentle and faint fragrance that lingered at the tip of his nose.

Chen Qing subconsciously stopped his hands in midair. For a moment, he didn't know if he should push Lina away.

Lina buried her head in Chen Qing's chest. She smelled Chen Qing's scent. Every time she encountered something, Chen Qing's appearance would always turn the situation around.

His unique aura gradually calmed her restless heart.

Chen Qing.

Whenever Lina thought of Chen Qing, her heart couldn't help but ache. His embrace was so gentle that she yearned for it.

If only time could stop. She only wanted to hug Chen Qing like this. She didn't want to be separated from him.