Xia Wanwan thought, being cherished and held in the palm of someone's hand must feel just like this.
"Xi Muchen..." she called him unavoidably.
"Hmm?" The man looked up, puzzled, his voice tender, "What is it?"
The words 'thank you' were stuck in her throat. She felt she had already thanked Xi Muchen several times and this time, she didn't want to repeat the words of gratitude to him again.
She leaned closer to the man and planted a kiss on his face.
Xia Wanwan's initiative left the man stunned for a moment, his eyes shining with emotion when he looked at her.
He pointed to his lips and said, "Kiss me again, you can't favor one side over the other."
Xia Wanwan chuckled softly and tagged him, but still leaned in to press a kiss on his lips.
Xi Muchen seemed satisfied today, holding the back of her head, he took the initiative and kissed her deeply.
When he released her, both of their breaths were already disheveled.
