Unable to push Zhou Yu away, Xuan Yingluo could only passively be carried by him.
Now, she and little seven were both in his embrace. His arms were strong and powerful, able to firmly encircle them in his embrace. Xuan Yingluo’s face was pressed against his muscular chest, and her ear was placed beside his heart, there was a “Bang Bang”heartbeat coming from there, which made people feel at ease and want to rely on him.
Xuan Yingluo looked at little seven in her arms. Little seven watched her with his grape-sized black eyes. Little Seven was very happy.
These years were the first time they were reunited.
Xuan Yingluo reached out and touched Little Seven’s little head. Her slender feather quivered, and she slowly closed her eyes.
