In the eyes of the world, the male eagle spread its wings and soared in the sky, but this girl had tattooed it onto her delicate, fair skin.
It was as if someone had tossed a small stone onto his calm and imperturbable heart. Ripples formed in Lu Yan's heart and he gradually raised his coarse finger to repeatedly stroke the eagle.
An'an raked her fair hand through his wet, short hair and placed her lotus-like little lips onto his forehead. She kissed his forehead passionately and her kisses trailed down to his eyes. "Ah Yan, this will be your home in the future. I'll give you a home."
Home.
Lu Yan heard this unfamiliar word and closed his eyes gently. Home? Where was his home, anyway?
An'an kissed his thin lips and gently stuck out her little tongue to tease him. "Ah Yan, I turned eighteen years old today."
I turned eighteen years old today.
