Gu Danyu's heart softened a bit, and she slowly raised her hand to hug the man's waist in return.
Lu Yancheng held the woman tightly in his arms, his jaw resting against the top of her head, caressing it lightly, still shaken, "Yu Yu."
Last time, when she encountered danger on the deserted island and met him in the bar, Gu Danyu was slightly tipsy and couldn't remember many details.
But now, she clearly felt the other's lingering fear, which stirred a few ripples in her usually calm heart. She opened her mouth to speak, "I'm fine."
Lu Yancheng's Adam's apple moved slightly, "Yeah, I know."
He knew she was fine, but he couldn't control the worry at the bottom of his heart.
After a long while, the man gradually loosened his embrace of the soft warmth in his arms.
Looking down at that delicate little face, Lu Yancheng's obsidian-like eyes were filled with both helplessness and indulgence.
