Xiao Meng didn't know to what extent he understood the situation, but upon hearing what he said, her heart tightened again...
For her own foolishness, and for his too.
"If I were to lose such a woman, I would regret it for the next three lifetimes."
As he spoke, Yin Shixiu wrapped the quilt tighter around her.
Su Xiaomeng turned back, kissed him on the lips, and smiled with eyes squinting,
"Good that you know!"
Yin Shixiu returned the kiss several times.
Xiao Meng yawned; her body was exhausted, not just from the extreme and intense intimacy, but also due to the accumulated fatigue over this period.
Both were tired, but neither wanted to sleep.
It was still snowing outside. In the distance, it looked like spring catkins swirling wildly, while up close, large snowflakes fell on the windowpane and immediately turned into drops of water...
"What if..."
Su Xiaomeng started to say, but then stopped.
"What if what?"
"Nothing, it's not important anymore."
