Retracting his hand that was reaching for the preservation box, Jun Shiling looked down at Xia Wanyuan, who was hugging him.
He reached out and picked her up by the waist and placed her on his lap.
"How much did you miss me?" Jun Shiling leaned forward and kissed Xia Wanyuan, his eyes burning.
"That much." Xia Wanyuan looked up and gestured at a distance the size of a fingernail.
"It's so little, not even a hundredth of how much I missed you." Jun Shiling's chuckle landed in Xia Wanyuan's ear.
"What sweet words." Xia Wanyuan's ears were red.
"I've never flirted with anyone before." Jun Shiling tightened his grip. "Are you tired today?"
"A little. I've filmed the scene of climbing the snow mountain and grass today. My hand is bruised. Look," Xia Wanyuan said as she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a small piece of red skin.
