Buhui was wrapped in the blanket, refusing to come out. If she stepped out now, no matter what he said, she would be utterly defenseless, unable to resist his approach. So, she forced herself to calm down.
Mo Beichen waited outside the door for a full half-hour, but Buhui still didn't come out. Helplessly, he gave up, turned around, walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and lightly touched his lips with his hand.
The incredibly soft sensation still lingered on his lips, and his heart was faintly stirred. He closed his eyes, a realization crystallizing in his mind—whether Buhui was Gu Qian or not, he was determined to have her.
After Yan Luoxi dropped Yanling off at school, she walked past KFC and instinctively looked across the street. The pedestrians were in a hurry, and she stood there for over half an hour but didn't see that familiar figure.
