Shui Yiyi's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she couldn't help but wrap her fair arms, as white as a newborn baby's, around Ye Qingfeng's waist.
The sunlight sprinkled tiny glimmers, and this scene made Shui Yiyi feel incredibly warm, just like returning to their old villa, where Ye Qingfeng would cook for her.
Shui Yiyi even dared to dream that if they could continue like this forever, then she could always be with Ye Qingfeng.
She was deeply infatuated with this feeling; Ye Qingfeng's embrace was warm, and his chest made one feel very at ease.
They walked like this for over two hours, yet still couldn't find Ye Qingfeng's backpack.
"Ye Qingfeng, carrying me must be exhausting for you, why not put me down first?" Though she was enamored by Ye Qingfeng's embrace, Shui Yiyi
couldn't help but speak up.
