"It's really beautiful." Qin Jiran's murmuring voice arose by Su Yanyi's side, deep, husky, and very sexy.
"Yes." Su Yanyi also sighed, finding it very beautiful and peaceful, and somehow more spectacular than those nonsensical, bustling programs.
"Are you cold? Should we go back first and come back to look tomorrow?" After a while, Qin Jiran asked with some tenderness, rubbing his large head against Yanyi's, his lips grazing the tip of her ear. Feeling that touch of coldness, a small ache echoed in his heart. He pressed his lips against her ear again and again, wanting to give Su Yanyi more warmth.
Yanyi's body softened from his caresses. This man's influence on her was really getting stronger, especially the feeling of being enveloped in his breath, so unique, unforgettable, and warm.
"Let's look a little longer." Su Yanyi spoke softly, snuggling into Qin Jiran's arms, entrusting him with her weight.