It did seem a little romantic to enjoy the kiss that belonged to only the two of them by the quiet river in the middle of the night.
At least at this moment, it was very difficult for Murong Qiao, who was being hugged, not to fall into it.
However, this interaction made Huo Yichen gradually forget the disappointment of not receiving Murong Qiao's gift.
He felt the warm presence in his arms and suddenly felt that it didn't seem very important to receive a gift. At the very least, as long as Murong Qiao was by his side, it would be the happiest thing and the most precious gift he had ever received.
Although he thought so, Huo Yichen inevitably felt a little regretful.
It was a pity that the other party had forgotten the gift.
"I think I placed my bag in the trunk. Ah Chen, help me get it. There's a key inside." She gestured.
Key?
Questions surfaced in Huo Yichen's mind, and his attention was immediately diverted.
