Pei Jingchuan looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes as deep as the ocean, bottomless. "Yuzhu, to have you is my fortune."
No sooner had his words fallen than he leaned down again and kissed Jiang Yuzhu's lips.
This kiss was even more intimate and lingering, filled with deep affection for each other.
Jiang Yuzhu closed her eyes, completely immersed in this sweetness.
Her arms naturally wrapped around Pei Jingchuan's neck, reciprocating his deep feelings.
In this moment, the distance between them was utterly reduced, as if nothing could stand between them anymore.
A sense of indescribable warmth permeated the atmosphere, with everything around seemingly stepping aside, leaving only the purest flow of emotion.
As Pei Jingchuan and Jiang Yuzhu indulged in their sweet moments, Aunt Li's voice gently penetrated the stairwell, reaching their ears.
She kindly reminded them, "Young Master Jingchuan, Miss Yuzhu, dinner is ready, please come downstairs to eat."