Both of them stepped back simultaneously.
Even with nearly a meter of distance between them, they could still hear that heart-pounding beat.
Not sure whether it was his or hers.
Ye Wan dashed through the door as if fleeing.
In front of the door, Lu Changchuan had a moment of wistful loss.
The feeling of the girl's hair brushing against his chest was like the willows by the lakeside in summer, swaying gently.
A breeze passed by, blowing the young green willow leaves onto the lake surface.
With the ripples so light and casual, they swayed and swayed, all the way to the bottom of the heart.
…
Ye Wan rushed into the master bedroom and immediately saw Little Bun sprawled out like a small pig in deep sleep.
The little guy had already taken a bath, exuding a fragrance that was sweet and pleasant.
His small belly rose and fell, his little face flushed with sleep.
Ye Wan carefully picked him up.
Little Bun shifted uncomfortably and nestled his head on her shoulder.
