At this moment, Wen Nanxi's eyes surged with intense emotion, and he gently embraced her.
As if he were treating a treasure.
But Su Muyao withdrew after a brief touch.
Wen Nanxi looked at her with helpless affection, gently touching her hair, softly calling her, "Ayao."
This was a nickname exclusive to him.
A murmur full of deep emotion in his voice.
She didn't even know how much he cared about her.
Su Muyao also softly called him, "Nanxi."
Wen Nanxi loved it when Su Muyao called him this way, allowing him to feel her affection through her voice, to feel her love for him.
A warmth surged in his heart.
Later, the clothing was undone.
When Su Muyao realized, she looked at him with her glistening eyes and said, "It's not fair, yours is still on."
Wen Nanxi looked at her with gentle affection, a gleam in his eyes that was both smiling and not, shimmering enchantingly.
He took her hand, raspily enticing, "If you want fairness, Ayao, help me."
