Gu Xinzhou wanted to resist.
Yet her body inexplicably stiffened, as if someone had hit her pressure point, leaving her frozen in place.
Song Zhen's body heat was scorching, even hotter than her cheeks.
He was like a warm spring, gently nourishing and warming her.
And this sensation was precisely what Gu Xinzhou's soul deeply lacked.
Gu Xinzhou was annoyed with herself for not being strong enough.
How could she not push him away?
At the same time, she quietly told herself, "Just for a little while, holding each other for a moment, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Song Zhen was very quiet.
His head rested on her shoulder.
If Gu Xinzhou had a mirror in front of her, she would see him with a slight smile, eyes closed, looking content and peaceful.
He didn't want to disturb the moment.
He was enjoying it.
No matter when or where, having her in his arms was fulfillment.
Time flowed like a gentle stream, cleansing the spirit, illuminating the soul.
