Her toenails were painted with a light shade of red nail polish, a tender and youthful color.
Shen Mo walked over, cradled her feet in his arms, and gently squeezed them.
Bai Youwei felt ticklish and tried to retract her feet, but Shen Mo held them tight. She playfully kicked out, striking his chest, and then he embraced her in his arms and kissed her for a long time.
...Every time they shared such intimacy, her heart would flutter.
Feeling loved and needed was both sweet and incredibly comforting.
Honestly, this was much more interesting than playing games.
After fooling around for a while, she gasped for air in his arms and glanced sideways to see the broken hand and the rabbit squatting side by side on the table, looking at them—it was unclear how long they had been watching.
Shen Mo noticed too and asked with amusement, "Can they understand what they're seeing?"
"They probably... keep looking just because they don't understand," she replied.
