One hundred and eighty-two. She's almost unable to breathe! _1
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It was almost ten o'clock now, and the weather was lovely today. The sunshine was bright but not scorching, and the air was moist, brimming with the vitality of spring.
Gu Chen held Ji Pianran in his arms, walking forward with his head lowered.
She was very light, her body soft, carrying a unique scent reminiscent of gardenia flowers.
Having her in his arms gave him a faint and surreal feeling.
Gu Chen seemed to sense the warm breath she exhaled as she breathed.
Looking at such a stunningly beautiful face and feeling the fragrant softness in his embrace.
Gu Chen's heartbeat uncontrollably missed a beat, his blood feeling like it solidified at that moment.
The next second, it surged towards his heart even faster.
Such palpitations were simply uncomfortable.
Gu Chen's house had a small courtyard, and it was only a few steps to Ji Pianran's room.
Ji Pianran quickly let go of Gu Chen's neck, cooperating by pushing the door open.