In the room, a video of her and him, set against a crystalline backdrop, continued to play. The surrounding crystals illuminated every crevice of their bodies. She watched the photos and video on the wall with total infatuation.
So, she and Ou Zun had such a natural rapport.
Sometimes they were like an elderly couple in their seventies or eighties.
Other times, like three or four-year-old children.
Mù Qiānxún could understand the frustration Ou Zun felt now.
He had put so much thought into this, and the result, the outcome...
She buried her face in Ou Zun's chest, a low titter escaping from her lips.
Ou Zun stood there, at a loss of how to react, not daring to wrap his arms around her.
His clumsy demeanor made her laugh even more.
He must be feeling distressed beyond words, she thought.
Mù Qiānxún hugged his waist, rested her chin on his chest, tilted up her little face and beamed at him.
"The bed is so soft; nothing will happen if you're a little gentler," she said.