Tong Ran nodded.
"If you're cold, let's go back," Mo Nanjue rubbed her rosy cheeks with both hands and hugged her in his arms, "Today has been exhausting, let's go back to the hotel."
"No, I don't want to go back," Tong Ran wrapped her arms around his waist, even the sea breeze here carried a fishy smell. She rubbed her head against his chest, "Mo Nanjue, if only we could live here for a lifetime."
Mo Nanjue pressed his thin lips together, slightly lowering his head, he could see the needle marks on the back of her neck.
The man's gaze dimmed, and he did not speak.
"You don't want to?" Tong Ran looked up, her sharp chin rested against his chest, "Living here, with no worries at all, just you and me every day. You could go hunting, I'd wait for you at home, I could plant vegetables, tend flowers, and raise children..."
