For these three days, they were inseparable, living the honeymoon life newlyweds should have—dining together, reading books, watching movies, playing chess, walking, surfing, playing in the water, and then rolling on the bed, engaging in vigorous activities tirelessly…
Wen Jiaren really wanted it to continue like this, but she knew it wasn't the right time yet.
Mu Qian held her hand, intertwining their fingers, "Do you want to leave?"
"No."
Wen Jiaren shook her head, "I miss our son."
Mu Qian said, "Then let's go back."
Early the next morning, they returned to Xixiao Island. Wen Jiaren had promised Mu Xiao to return and have breakfast with him. Before they even landed, they could already see Mu Xiao's small figure from a distance, waving at them, "Jiaren, Jiaren, I'm here."
The Master Mu, who was holding the lovely beauty's fragrant shoulder, enjoying the cool sea breeze, said jealously, "Now our son's eyes only have you."
