A crescent moon hung in the sky, and the cool night breeze blew on Su Wan's face with the fragrance of flowers and plants.
Su Wan could not help but sink her body deeper into the hot spring.
Jiang Xuecheng looked at the hair hanging on Su Wan's shoulder and suddenly felt a little jealous that the hair could stay there so comfortably.
"Wan Wan, are you cold?"
Jiang Xuecheng said as he carefully wrapped his hand around Su Wan's shoulder. His voice was childish, but his actions were a little overbearing.
Su Wan's forehead twitched. She felt that the distance between the two was becoming more and more inseparable, and she felt a little strange.
Why did she feel that ever since Jiang Xuecheng's schizophrenia, he had become more and more childish at night?
And he was especially clingy to her…
She felt that she was really going to become an old mother with a child…
