In such a position, they were tightly intertwined yet could not see each other's expressions.
His breath fell upon her neck, ticklish enough that she wanted to pull away, but being pinned beneath him, she had nowhere to escape and could only endure the tingling sensation, her thoughts strained and intermittent, "Have you been thinking about this question for a long time?"
"Hmm."
She seemed to chuckle lightly, "What were you thinking about?"
Mo Shiqian was silent for a while before he slowly said, "I was thinking whether you would blame me when you were in pain, whether you hated me when I left, and when you were lonely over these years, what kind of emotions you felt when you thought of me."
Back in Lancheng, he restrained himself from thinking about these things because if he dwelled on them too much, he feared he would no longer be able to face her.
