"Little one, when will you completely open your heart to me?" Feng Cang helplessly clung onto Murong Qiqi's delicate fingers, whiffing the girlish scent that came from her. "Qingqing, do you know? I'm almost driven crazy missing you!"
The night was serene. Feng Cang could only hear Murong Qiqi's breathing in his ear. It was so soft that it was like the sound of a flower blooming, which made his heart itch, but he dared not do anything.
A feeling of happiness spread from Feng Cang's heart. Holding her like this, letting her sleep in his arms, it was something Feng Cang had fantasized about for a long time. Now that this dream has finally come true, Feng Cang believed he was the happiest person in the world. How wonderful it was to have Murong Qiqi, to have her by his side, truly wonderful!
