The two had not seen each other for more than a month, and all the longing erupted at this moment.
His kiss seemed to carry fire, burning her heart and making her feel as if she were melting.
And she was like a moth to a flame, willing to be destroyed just to be entangled with him.
No one knows how much time passed, as the storm subsided, Jiang Jingheng carried her to the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water.
Afterwards, he carried her out, dried her off, and dressed her in pajamas.
Mu Yan raised her hand and yawned, her face full of exhaustion.
Jiang Jingheng placed a kiss on her forehead and said, "Be good, go to sleep."
"I don't want to sleep." Mu Yan tried hard to keep her eyes open and look at him.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingheng brushed her hair to the side.
"What if I'm asleep and you disappear?" Mu Yan frowned and said.
Jiang Jingheng was taken aback, "What?"
