song qincheng wrapped her arms around his waist when he hugged her.
his empty heart seemed to be filled in an instant. it was a fulfilling peace.
yu tingchuan didn't care about the gazes from the people around him. he raised his left hand and stroked the back of her head. his broad chest was like a calm harbor, accommodating her.
" it's cold, " song qincheng said in a mosquito-like voice. " you should wear more clothes. "
as she spoke, her lips touched the suit's shoulder, and the concern in her voice was self-evident.
after all, she was still young. once she let down her guard and her previous cautious concealment faded, it was always easy to accidentally reveal her true emotions.
after a while, yu tingchuan let go of her.
because the occasion was not right, he did not say anything further.
