"Happy new year, baby!" Long Sijue tightened his grip on her tiny, slim and delicate waist, and his actions became even rougher.
"Happy… New… Year…" Su Qianxun's voice was stammering.
Her sight was fixed on the fireworks outside of the window whereas the man behind her kept staring at her from the beginning until now. He was unwilling to even move a little bit of his gaze away from her.
When it was over, Long Sijue was overwhelmed with infinite satisfaction as he carried the young woman who was already deep asleep. He tightened his hands a little tighter around her…
Right now, the man suddenly had a moment of epiphany. Those so-called festivals in his life would only become meaningful if he was with those who are important to him…
Otherwise, those days would be meaningless to him…
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