Ye Qingci pushed Jian Shichu, "No, no, what if someone sees us?"
"They won't," Jian Shichu buried his head in her neck, "There are people around guarding, no one will hear us, Cici... I really miss you... I've wanted to do this with you for a long time... I suggested sending the little one to the nursery next door, but you didn't want to..."
With the little one around, neither he nor Ye Qingci could let go.
Listening to the sounds of insects and birds around, Ye Qingci's sense of shame grew stronger, her neck and ears gradually turned crimson, but her whole body was tightly held in Jian Shichu's arms, with nowhere to hide.
After the rain, Jian Shichu lowered his head, kissed her flushed ears, his deep voice enchanting, "My dear, the luckiest thing in my life was meeting you two years ago..."
Ye Qingci hugged him back, her cheek buried in his neck, her voice trembling, "Me too..."
