Separated by the fabric, Du Yunluo could hear Mu Lianxiao's heartbeat.
From above came his voice, full of amusement.
"Yunluo, do you like it?"
Du Yunluo lifted the corners of her mouth, coyly saying, "I like it a lot."
"Even if you really like it, let go first," Mu Lianxiao's laugh was lighthearted, "I'm all covered in dirt, don't get yourself dirty."
Du Yunluo pouted; it's just a bit of dirt, she didn't mind.
The delicate and clingy Du Yunluo in his embrace left Mu Lianxiao with no choices, so he let her hold on, whispering, "They all say it's best to plant Yunluo Flower in February or March to thrive. Last year when I arrived in Xuancheng, it was already too late. This year, no matter what, I wanted to plant them for you.
The first year, they might not bloom in full clusters, but next year in the flowering season, it will be beautiful."
Du Yunluo giggled, feeling a sweet, sticky warmth in her heart.
