Today is indeed a clear, refreshing autumn day.
Gu Xu is also in high spirits, driving around and even humming songs.
In the hotel, Qiao Xiaon'an, leaning against Yun Mo's chest, is somewhat overwhelmed by the sudden surprise.
Her heart rate suddenly accelerates to a point where her entire body's breathing becomes messy, and her cheeks involuntarily blush to a hot flush.
Before she could react, Yun Mo has already turned her around, forcing her to face him directly.
"Amo!" Qiao Xiaon'an looks up at him, "Is it really you?"
His face is tan, a healthy wheat color, exuding raw masculinity.
A shallow scar on his left cheek adds a mature and dominant flavor to his manliness.
Clad only in a towel.
Standing in front of him, Qiao Xiaon'an can distinctly feel herself pressed against a certain hardened part of him.
Yun Mo, before he can answer, lifts her up; his kisses fall like a rain shower on her forehead, cheeks, earlobes, collarbone...
