Chi Huan relaxed her hand that had been casually resting on her suitcase handle and also lifted her feet, walking towards the man, only her steps were slow and leisurely.
When Mo Shiqian reached her, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his embrace, one hand holding her waist tightly, while the other touched her head, his hoarse voice whispering in her ear, "Chi Huan, you really are quite willful."
In such a posture, she could smell the crisp, masculine scent of his body.
She laughed in his arms, her voice light as she asked, "Surprised?"
"Hmm," the end of October's breeze was neither cold nor hot, very comfortable, "surprised."
Chi Huan was quite proud of herself, "You should learn more from me; I'm more romantically savvy."
The man chuckled quietly, gently patting her head, "You should be thankful that I had a meeting; otherwise, I would be up in the sky by now, and your surprise would have turned into a fright."
Chi Huan, "..."
