It was a soft word, but it was what she wanted to do the most right now.
She missed his embrace. She missed the warmth and strength of being held tightly in his embrace.
Even if her body hurt from being held by him, she was still hoping that time would stop at that second forever.
Lu Xingzhi was especially careful in his embrace. He looked at her for a long time before he slowly stood up. He bent down again and held her gently in his embrace.
Very gently, very carefully.
It was as if he was afraid that he would break her if he were too heavy.
Under his palm was the warmth left behind by his kiss—it was wet.
"Hug me a little tighter." She leaned her head on his shoulder and hugged him tightly. Her hands were wrapped around his waist tightly.