Chapter 165 Her Temperature (Part 3)_1

As he pondered, he suddenly felt a faint touch on the palm of his hand, and a light warmth spread from it.

Looking down, he saw—

Her slender, pale hand was lightly clasping his. Seeing him looking, her faint, delicate voice reached him...

"Don't restrain yourself too much. Everyone needs to indulge occasionally. I actually hope that you can be happier and not end up like my uncle and mother, who, despite half a lifetime, never seemed to truly enjoy any pleasure. We shouldn't be worn down by life. Now, in times of peace, unlike during the war, we ought to be much happier."

These words, perhaps, were also meant for herself...

A complex look emerged in Long Chengyu's eyes, and he silently watched her for a moment before reaching out to stroke her head. He remained silent and the next moment, took her into his embrace.

Shu Yimo was taken aback, relaxing into his warm chest.