Xiao Ruiyuan sat on a chair next to the recliner, staring unwavering at his fiancée with a gaze as tender as water, no longer able to hold anything else in his eyes.
Mo Yan slept particularly deeply this time, not waking until two hours later, and it was Mao Tuan's large head pressing against her leg and disturbing the circulation that roused her.
Just awakened, Mo Yan was still somewhat groggy. She lazily removed the hat covering her eyes and, in a daze, looked at the flowers and plants swaying in the breeze in the flower bed, momentarily uncertain of where she was.
This dazed little state struck Xiao Ruiyuan right in the heart. Originally planning to wait for his fiancée to notice him, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and stepped forward to embrace her in his arms.
The yard was too quiet, and Mo Yan didn't expect someone to be sitting beside her. Caught off guard by the embrace, she instinctively reached out to push away, only to be held even tighter.