Li Moying looked at her expression and was incredibly fond of it.
His fingers gently curled around a lock of her silky hair, as he revolved it around his fingertips, playing with it.
Huang Yueli shot him a glance and didn't have any expression, laying in his embrace, like a kitty cat which was about to fall asleep.
To be able to stay like this, holding Huang Yueli into his embrace, speaking softly to her, whereas Huang Yueli obediently allowed him to hug her, without any resistance….. to Li Moying, this was an image which he had always been dreaming of.
At this moment, even if he was to die, he would also be willing.
But there was still a sliver of uncertainty in his heart.
