The words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back by the man's kiss.
It was urgent and direct, without a hint of hesitation or consideration, as if he only wanted to express his emotions with this straightforward enthusiasm.
An Ran didn't know what was happening, but she could feel that the man in front of her was sharing his feelings with her in his unique way, and she could sense those indescribable emotions.
Those deep, pool-like black eyes held a hint of ambiguous mist, yet they reflected the small shadow of the girl.
Looking at his little wife's big eyes, like black grapes, blinking with confusion and the mistiness that lingered after passion, Mu Xingfeng's eyes held a smile. He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her up, and placed her onto the desk. "Wife, I love you."
An Ran curled her lips into a smile, her eyes bending into crescents, the happiness shining in her crescent-like eyes, "Husband, I love you too."
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