Jiang Nanyan blushed and didn't know how to answer. She just snuggled into his arms quietly, absorbing his unique breath, his body temperature, his heartbeat...
There was silence in the garden, and the air was freezing cold. Jiang Nanyan leaned in Huangfulian's arms, feeling warm and sweet in her heart.
She is really lucky to meet such a good man as Huangfulian and such a wonderful life
Everything in front of me was as beautiful as if I were in a dream.
I don’t know why, everything in front of me is so beautiful, but Jiang Nanyan’s mood is vaguely hanging, unable to settle down.[
There seemed to be some kind of invisible bomb buried in the bottom of her heart, and it slowly activated in response to the frequency of her pulse beating...
The pounding made her feel restless and her eyelids twitched. She always felt that there was an ominous feeling hanging over her atonement.
Will...
When you wake up tomorrow, will this all be just a dream?
There is no Huangfulian, no wedding, and no capital...
And she is still the bitter little librarian...
Thinking of this, Jiang Nanyan shuddered involuntarily, feeling that the blood in her body dropped several temperatures at that moment, and her body trembled slightly.
"Will it be cold?" As a deep voice rang in her ears, Huangfulian's arms slowly tightened, taking her whole body into his arms, and held her small hands in the palm of his hand.
The body temperature warmed her until Jiang Nanyan's hands were no longer cold and became warm, and her body gradually stopped shaking.