"Wen Yanqing."
Wen Yanqing turned around when Lin Gantang shouted.
Just like in the past, regardless of where she was, as long as she turned around, she would see him quietly keeping guard behind her.
At this moment, Lin Gantang's heart ached like never before.
Lin Gantang climbed onto his sturdy shoulders.
Her kiss was warm and gentle, and it seemed to be carrying with it feelings of cherishing, and given willingly.
Wen Yanqing was stunned and slowly wrapped his arms around her.
Wen Yanqing could feel that this kiss was filled with her love.
It was something he had been praying for.
His obsidian-like eyes gradually darkened and turned into thick ink. He hugged her waist tightly, not letting her escape at all.
The untied scarf was thrown on the ground and Wen Yanqing pressed her against the wall.
This kiss almost broke the self-control that Wen Yanqing was so proud of.
