Lan Mu suddenly had a proud yet coy expression, "Dad knows."
Then he gently kissed Yan Zao's forehead.
The softness of his lips was not the usual cool thinness but warm, a warmth that traveled from Yan Zao's forehead to her heart.
Yan Zao didn't speak, she leaned her cheek against Lan Mu's shoulder and tightened her arms around his neck.
Silly Amu, how could you know, how could you know how much I like you, how could you know how long I've liked you.
Yan Zao also rarely shed her proud and lofty armor, resting against Lan Mu so dependently. Lan Mu held her and felt that in this moment she was particularly light.
He continuously tightened his arms around her.
Resuming his steps, he walked toward the room, "Sleep."
Having entered the room, Lan Mu placed Yan Zao on the bed, with no intention of getting in it himself. Yan Zao looked at him confusedly, "Aren't you sleeping?"
Lan Mu: "I still have things to do."
He bent down to pull back the covers for Yan Zao.
