What met her was Han Qingshan's gentle eyes. They were overflowing with love, and when she looked into them, she could sense that he meant every single word he had said.
The tears that had welled up in her eyes dropped gently down her cheeks, and she forgot all about the fact that they were both without any clothes on as she reached out her hands, hugged him, and buried her face in his chest, feeling content.
Han Qingshan had not forgotten their current predicament, but he was filled with happiness and a feeling of being complete when he was with her.
His heart softened, and he was immensely happy whenever he thought about what had happened the night before.
The arms that were hugging her waist tightened slightly, and a kiss landed on the top of her head.
"My dear miss, are you planning on torturing me to death?" he asked helplessly as he looked at the woman in his arms.
