At this moment, she felt like she had traveled back in time.
Heh... Here, does Yan Xiruo allow him to do this?
"Are you done?"
He softly called from outside.
She opened the door and came out.
She had been showering for forty-five minutes, and he had been standing there for forty-five minutes.
Heh, he really is patient waiting for her to shower.
He took a towel and wrapped it around her wet hair, starting to rub it forcefully.
Her body swayed gently...
After a long time, he tossed the towel aside and directly lifted her into his arms.
She scanned the entire bedroom; everything here, just like four years ago, hadn't changed.
Her personal items and little ornaments were still in their original places, even her favorite pillow hadn't been moved.
It felt as if in these four years, she had never truly left.
He held her, lying side by side under the covers, his long arms encircling her.
Just like in his dreams, when she called out for a hug, he held her like this.
