Lu Yinfeng naturally felt the estrangement.
She told herself countless times not to care, but every night she couldn't help looking at the photos of Lu Zhu as a child and feeling sad.
If only those stolen years had never happened.
Mo Nanze climbed into bed, wrapped Lu Yinfeng in his arms, and caressed her cheeks.
His body emitted the refreshing scent of aftershave, which was very comforting.
"She still won't call you?" Mo Nanze asked softly.
"Mm."
"Don't be sad," he tilted his head slightly and gently kissed her forehead.
"I'm not sad," Lu Yinfeng stubbornly replied, "I just feel it's a pity..."
Mo Nanze lowered his head and lightly nibbled her nose, his voice hoarse with desire, "Don't think too much, Lu Zhu's attitude towards you has improved a lot already. There's joy in making gradual progress. If you fantasize about achieving everything at once, it's too hard on her, and too hard on you too..."
With that, he moved downwards and kissed Lu Yinfeng's lips.