Yun Yuwan couldn't help wanting to laugh, but she pressed her lips together, too embarrassed to let it out.
Wen Yangzhi bent down to kiss her, and as his lips met hers, she didn't shy away. His warmth enveloped her, and she only wished for him to be closer. Wen Yangzhi leaned down, flipped over while holding her in bed, and cradled her into his arms, lying on his side.
The room was quiet, with only a soft breeze from outside. The tender tranquility was like a gently flowing mountain stream, and the kisses between their lips were like a fresh breeze.
Yun Yuwan pressed close to him; just as he let her go, she followed suit. Her lips rested against the hollow of his neck, and drowsiness crept over her, yet she was reluctant to sleep.
He kept pinching her hand, his thumb caressing her fingers. Her hand had always been a bit cold, but holding onto his hand, it grew warm.
He always held her hand while they slept.
She inexplicably felt a light joy.
