Yun Ya anxiously clutched the sheet beneath her fingers, feeling inexplicably nervous: "Li...like."
Really like.
Yan Song smiled, gently rubbing her cheek with his fingers, slowly lowered his head, and tenderly captured her lips...
The sunshine outside was tranquil and fine, slanting across the figures on the large bed, the man's broad fingers tightly clasping hers, sinking deeply into the soft bed.
...
This will be her home from now on. Yun Ya squinted her eyes with a smile, excitedly running back and forth, while Yan Song lay crookedly on the large bed, watching her like a child.
Her happiness is his happiness.
Thinking of something, Yan Song pulled her toward the balcony.
The balcony was large, and the wind was a bit brisk. Yun Ya suddenly shrank her neck, and Yan Song embraced her tightly, quickly walking into the transparent greenhouse next to it.
Yun Ya hadn't known there was a greenhouse on the balcony.
