"In your eyes, I see possessiveness, possessiveness towards me."
The Night Breeze was so cool that it was mixed with snowflakes, but it could not dispel the heat that was ignited by his words.
The boiling heat flowed into her ears and struck her heart. It was so hot that Yun Xiangxiang, who had burrowed into the bed, could not sleep well just thinking about it.
The song family had retained the custom of keeping a new year's Eve vigil. Now That Song Mian was keeping a vigil with song chi, the father and son could chat all night long.
Yun Xiangxiang thought that she still had to film tomorrow, so she couldn't accompany them. However, because of Song Mian's teasing, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
She put on her clothes and got up. She stood by the window and blew on the cold wind for a while. She replied to the person who had sent her blessings. After calming herself down, she fell asleep again.
