Yun Mo always feels, seeing the lively and radiant Qiaoqiao smiling beautifully before his eyes.
She sleeps next to him every night, her body familiar and possessed by him, yet when he sees her exuding such vivacious charm, he can't help but have such thoughts.
He wants to hold her, tightly, tightly embrace her, and then ride the waves with her in a hearty engage of love, and lust.
But he is also calm and composed, his heart burning like fire, yet he maintains a serene demeanor as he approaches her.
Standing before her, he raises his hand to rest on her head, brushes her wind-blown hair, and then gently massages it.
"Let's go, let's go home together." He lifts his hand from her head, it falls to her side and clasps her palm, raising a brow slightly, "Why is it so wet?"
But it didn't seem like sweat.
"I just washed my hands."
"Here, a tissue." He passes it to her, watching her dry her hands before she dashes to a trash can to dispose of the used tissue.
