The sky was pale blue, and the morning dew was glistening.
In the main tent, under the soft canopy, Si Mo propped his head with his hand. His amber eyes were filled with tenderness, quietly gazing at the woman sleeping beside him.
The quilt only covered her up to the armpits, leaving her shoulders and long neck exposed.
Her youthful, snow-white, and soft body, slender neck, clavicle like an ice string, and gently rising and falling curves with each breath.
As he gazed, Si Mo's eyes grew dark.
He leaned down and kissed her neck.
The itchy sensation on her neck made Mu Qingge suddenly open her eyes.
Her eyes were still clear but filled with a bit of confusion. The romantic scenes of the second half of the night gradually became clear in her mind, and her cheeks immediately flushed red.
Especially since that certain man was still acting mischievously on her!
"It's morning!" Mu Qingge placed her hands against Si Mo's bare chest, trying to push him away.
