The exotic and leisurely atmosphere swirled in his heart, giving an indescribable sense of ease. Not only was He Lingling surprised, even Fengnian himself was surprised that he could have such a time of pure affection.
Holding the girl's soft hand, he suddenly thought of a phrase from long ago, from a woman as gentle as jade who smiled softly at him and said: Xiaonian, girls are angels fallen to earth. When you grow up, if she is willing to give you her hand, you should treat her well.
He glanced at He Lingling beside him, warmth mixed with tender affection in his eyes. His hand subconsciously tightened around hers.
Since he held it, he would never let it go.
When they returned, they found guests at the villa, and someone had even cooked the meal for them.
Aunt Cui?
Not only He Lingling, but even Fengnian was slightly surprised. He glanced at Ming Er, whose expression was a bit strange, and quickly lowered his head.
