She was slightly out of breath.
The unique light tobacco scent of the man lingered in the air.
The man's warm palm rested on his back, gently stroking.
Calming him with each touch.
After a few minutes, the hand that was on his black sweater slowly slipped into his waist.
At this moment, Jiang Muwan's palm, though not cold, was not entirely warm either.
The slight chill made her feel refreshed.
"Cold?" The man slightly lowered his head and softly asked her.
Mrs. Gu shook her head slightly against his chest.
"Silly," the man said, pulling her even closer.
His thin lips pressed against the top of her head, giving her endless warmth and love.
Jiang Muwan's heart was filled with swirling thoughts.
She had been protected by Gu Jiangnian many times.
But the scene today, with the Song Family sitting in the living room waiting for her return, was something Jiang Muwan had never imagined before.
