"Yingluo, let me hug you, can I hug you, Yingluo?"
Now, he had to be careful in everything he did.
He wanted to hug her, kiss her, and tell her how much he missed her, but he was afraid of scaring her, making her resist, and making her feel disrespected.
An Xiaoyang was sitting on the sofa, a blanket covering her petite figure. She was curled up on the big sofa.
Sang nuo's heart was filled with incomparable heartache and love.
An Xiaoyang didn't reject Yingying.
She allowed him to hug her tightly.
he buried his head in her neck and hugged her petite body, taking in her scent.
At this moment, no one spoke. There was only the two of them hugging each other in silence.
Sang nuo could only truly feel the warmth of her body at this moment, her beating heart. Only then could he believe that he had finally found her and taken her away. His many years of bitter search seemed to finally be able to come to an end.
