"Wife," the man softly called under the sunlight.
Looking at this face that could move heaven and earth, Xia Yinian unconsciously bit her lip and extended her small hand.
Gently stroking his face, the girl smiled blissfully.
Is this really her man? Though there's a clear answer in her heart, Xia Yinian still feels this isn't quite real, as if she were dreaming.
Just because he's too handsome, too perfect.
The man leaned down, blocking the light before her eyes, and Xia Yinian immediately felt the warmth from his thin lips.
His breath, his warmth, his aura, and even his weight all seemed to be telling Xia Yinian a fact, that this is real.
She whimpered softly, and Xia Yinian slowly opened her eyes.
Xia Yinian looked at the man without blinking, her consciousness gradually returning.
"Beicheng, have you taken care of everything?" Her slightly hoarse voice sounded.
Under the faint red glow, the petite girl appeared even more seductive and charming.
