Jun Shiling's shirt was a little cold, but the coldness was quickly covered by the warmth from his body.
"Thank you." Jun Shiling's deep voice sounded in her ear. "I forgot about it myself."
Xia Wanyuan, who had wanted to break free, suddenly stopped.
Leaning into Jun Shiling's arms, Xia Wanyuan felt a little emotional.
Although Jun Shiling was the leader of the Jun family, perhaps only he knew the loneliness on the high cliff.
Xia Wanyuan's hands, which were originally hanging by her sides, hesitated for a moment before she raised them and gently patted Jun Shiling's back.
Jun Shiling sensed the movement on his back and froze. He tightened his grip on Xia Wanyuan.
After a while.
"Are you feeling better?" Xia Wanyuan assumed that Jun Shiling was in a low mood and needed someone to hug and comfort him. When Xiao Bao was unhappy, he liked to seek her comfort like this.
