Mo Shiche did not reply, his thin lips pressed tightly together while his dark eyes, complex and profound, watched her.
Sheng Miao was both happy and embarrassed, looking down at those crazy marks on her body, which only increased her desire to act coy—a woman's inclination after being loved. Wrapping herself in the duvet, she got out of bed, "Huangnian, are you dressed and ready to leave...ah."
Her legs felt weak, and she stumbled upon the corner of the duvet, falling off the bed. Mo Shiche stepped forward to catch her, and Sheng Miao clasped his hand, leaning into his embrace, "Huangnian... do you know how happy I am?"
She smiled blissfully, her eyes brimming with sweetness, "I've been saving my first time for you all along... I just want to follow you in this life. My father wanted me to marry someone from another clan, but I said if the man wasn't you, I'd rather die..."
Mo Shiche's brows furrowed instantly, "Miaomiao."
