Mu Xingfeng led her by the hand straight to the window, pulled open the tightly closed sheer curtains, and the sea breeze rushed in. From this angle, the azure sea and the white beach were laid out before their eyes.
Mu Xingfeng wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind.
An Ran turned her head to meet his gaze, taking in his handsome, resolute face and the unfathomable tenderness in those dark eyes.
"Do you like it?" Mu Xingfeng asked again.
An Ran turned around in his arms, her brows and eyes arching as she nodded. "I like it."
No matter how powerful this man was in front of others, he would always inadvertently reveal his delicate, vulnerable side in front of her.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed against him in his embrace. "It's only been a week we haven't seen each other, it's not like we haven't been apart before."
"But from the moment we parted, I haven't stopped thinking about you," Mu Xingfeng let her go and said solemnly.
