In the morning, a ray of sunlight illuminated the earth.
Tang Xiaoshuang slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Lin Fan's handsome face.
Since they had slept on the ground, and the river wind was howling, the extinguished campfire could no longer provide warmth, so the two of them held each other tightly. Even at this moment, Lin Fan's hand was still tightly gripping the softness of her chest, and their bellies pressed together, making her face blush even more.
"Young Master, you're so handsome!"
Licking her lips, Tang Xiaoshuang greedily stared at Lin Fan's face. Since he was temporarily deaf, she could say whatever she wanted without restraint.
