Come back early at night, Yingluo.
Rong Zhan listened to her words and looked at her without blinking. Their eyes were tightly locked, but after a while, for some reason, his long and narrow Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly and then closed.
At that moment, sang Xia seemed to have heard him sigh softly.
Rong Zhan could actually sigh?
But that wasn't disappointment.
It was more like the dust had finally settled.
It was as if she finally had a home to return to.
He grabbed her slender waist tightly and held her in his arms.
He lowered his head and buried it in the crook of her neck, taking in a deep breath. He tightened his hold on her body, and for a moment, he felt like he wanted to pull her into his body and become one with her.
Sangsang, I don't want to go anymore.
His voice was hoarse as he said this.
He rubbed his head against her delicate neck as if he was relying on her and acting coquettishly.
Sangsang.
