Zhao Changhe didn't know if he was getting old or getting younger, why it went from him caressing her face to leaning in her arms for comfort, feeling so cozy and peaceful.
Being by her side always gave him an exceptional sense of security, even though he used to worry about her wandering alone in the past, and even now, seemingly stronger than her, he inexplicably felt secure in her embrace.
How odd, her chest isn't even larger than San Niang's, just moderate in size.
If it was about getting old, perhaps it should be reflected in the fact that, despite resting in his sister's warm embrace, he didn't harbor a single inappropriate thought.
Now he could be honest—seeing her in the past, no matter how much respect he showed or claimed to have no disrespectful thoughts, deep down, to say he didn't think about taking her to bed would surely be a lie, after all, men understood these things...
