The foundation of love should be mutual understanding, right?
Nan Mufeng was taken aback.
Yes, they didn't know much about each other's interests, yet they had fallen for each other hopelessly.
Love is indeed a magical thing.
"I'm not being hasty, I love everything about you," Nan Mufeng said firmly as he looked at her.
Because his love was too profound, he no longer cared whether her interests were the same as his.
Jian Xi thought the same and nodded as if she had come to a realization, Could it be the highest realm of love?
When emotions run deep, one intoxicates oneself in them, and when love grows profound, one has no regrets in the heart.
Could she, Jian Xi, really have such good fortune?
"Mufeng..."
Jian Xi sat up, moved forward, wrapped her arms around Nan Mufeng's waist, and leaned her head on his chest.
With a thousand words in her heart, she condensed them into three, "Thank you."
