Zhou Jingwei kissed her chin, his movement indescribably tender, "Then, Merry Christmas, Little Yueliang."
Cheng Weiyue's smile deepened, and she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, her tone full of contentment, "But it's not dark yet."
"Mmm, I'll take you out for a walk in the evening." Zhou Jingwei's hand slowly stroked Cheng Weiyue's hair, whispering, "I checked the weather forecast, the snow will stop for an hour or two tonight, we can go out."
Cheng Weiyue became curious, "Where to?"
"To a place..." Zhou Jingwei's lips curved lazily, his fingers playing with the wisps of hair by the girl's temple, "to a place that only I know about."
Cheng Weiyue couldn't guess what kind of place in the North Suburb Zhou Jingwei would be the only one to know.
She rubbed her face against his shoulder nook like a kitten, "Actually, I've also prepared a Christmas Eve gift for you."
"What gift?" Zhou Jingwei asked with a hint of amusement.
