Di Mingchen then calmed his emotions, reluctantly ended the kiss, and couldn't help but peck her a few more times, looking at her charming appearance.
Nangong Ran's heart was naturally as sweet as honey. The little girl in love was still a bit shy, blushing, and she pushed his firm body, "Well, do you want me to wipe your face for you?"
"Yes," Di Mingchen's deep eyes fell on her little face, "I need it very much."
Both of their lips curled up at the corners, and Nangong Ran took the towel, carefully wrung it out, and then wiped his face.
The white towel grazed over his deep-set eyes, straight nose, and chiseled jaw, and Nangong Ran's actions were gentle.
At this moment, she didn't look anything like her usual self.
The kind of boisterous and tomboyish look she used to have was now replaced by a uniquely feminine tenderness and shyness.
Any man who saw her like this would be captivated, his thoughts wandering.
