It's the kind of love where anytime, anywhere, you want to hold him in the palm of your hand, where you're constantly thinking of ways to touch him, to surprise him, to prove your feelings.
It's what many romance novels talk about, whether or not someone cares about you, it's actually obvious to see.
Time had slipped away unnoticed, and yet Di Mingzhe had not come home.
Di Xiaxia stood up, stretched lazily, and went to the bathroom to take a bath.
After her bath and drying her hair, Di Mingzhe still hadn't returned.
So she rolled onto the bed, found a comfortable position and lay quietly waiting for him.
She had just settled down when suddenly she heard the sound of the door lock turning, Di Xiaxia raised her eyebrows in delight, was he back?
Di Mingzhe walked in, his face as usual, and Di Xiaxia lifted her excited little face, "Brother, you're back!"
Di Mingzhe's face instantly softened, he nodded, walked over to her, pecked her forehead, "Yes, you've been waiting long."
