"Hehe, have you seen enough?" Xiao Lin asked with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of fingertips wandering over his body. If possible, he wished this could be his life, unchanging, but it was just wishful thinking.
"Keep staring, and you'll put holes in me."
"I can never see enough! Not in this lifetime." Xia Xue shyly buried her head into Xiao Lin's shoulder.
"How's your father?" He pulled the covers up to tuck Xia Xue beside him. At the end of the year, Yanjing was particularly cold. The windows were covered with thick ice and snow, yet inside, it felt like spring with the floor heating and radiators, shielding them from the chilly wind outside.
"Hmm, the company has now been passed from my grandfather to my father. Even with your gift last time, it's still a bit difficult to recover in full." Xia Xue said sincerely. In fact, Xiao Lin was a mysterious figure to her, as if no problem was unsolvable for him.
