Xia Nuan stopped struggling for what he said. She laid her cheek against his warm chest. Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, her heart followed his pace.

Ye Sichen put his warm hand on her black hair and touched gently, then he closed his eyes.

In fact, he lied to Xia Nuan. He just wanted to hold her in his arms, enjoying a moment of peace. At this moment, he didn’t want to dispute with her.

Xia Nuan lay in his arms, but thought about Luo ...