From childhood to adulthood, nothing had changed.
Just at that moment, her cheek was suddenly touched by someone, whose fingertips were somewhat rough.
"Honey, what are you thinking about?"
At night, his voice was as tender as a melodious serenade, instantly stirring her heart.
Wen Xian looked up at him, at his clear, slender brows and eyes, which now were filled with tender affection from this upright man.
Wen Xian stared unblinkingly at him and said, "Say it one more time."
Lu Xiao was lying on his side, his head resting on his own wrist, and now simply leaned in and kissed her cherry-blossom pink lips, "Honey."
Wen Xian's lips curled up, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Good," she replied.
Captain used to be soft-spoken at night, saying whatever was asked of him.
