The old man rarely showed off his love. After posting the photos, he didn't add a single word, but looking at the pictures he chose, he couldn't help but think how beautiful his woman looked.
Lost in his reverie for a while, he heard the sound of water stopping in the bathroom, and then he put away his phone and walked towards her.
Gu Qian was wearing a flannel loungewear set, she was enveloped in soft plush, making her little face look even more round and adorable. Mo Beichen was taller than her and easily took the towel from her hand, pulling her to sit on the sofa. He knelt on one knee on the sofa to dry her hair.
Gu Qian tilted her small face slightly upwards, her eyes closed, obediently letting him dry her hair. Occasionally she would open her eyes to look at him, and when their eyes met, a tender affection seemed to flow between them.
Suddenly, Gu Qian smiled.
Mo Beichen: "What are you smiling about?"
