Mu Xingfeng held her hand and walked directly to the window, pulling open the tightly closed gauze curtains. The sea breeze hit their faces, and from this angle, the blue sea and white sandy beach were in full view.
Mu Xingfeng hugged her tightly from behind.
An Ran turned her head to meet his eyes, encountering his handsome and resolute face and the unfathomable tenderness in his dark eyes.
"Do you like it?" Mu Xingfeng asked again.
An Ran turned in his embrace, nodding with a gentle smile, "I like it."
This man, no matter how strong he appeared in front of others, always unintentionally showed his delicate and vulnerable side to her.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled in his embrace, "It's just a week apart, and we have been separated before."
"But from the moment we parted, I couldn't stop thinking about you," Mu Xingfeng released her, speaking earnestly.
