Huo Qi's palm was dry and warm. Su Qing felt very comfortable when it was pressed against her face.
She subconsciously rubbed her face against it. This action was a little like a docile little animal wheedling to its beloved human with its cute furry body!
The sun shone on Su Qing's face, as though it was coating her with a gentle warm light. She was so beautiful, like an angel who had fallen into the mortal world.
