After a long while, under the glow of the sunrise, the beautiful actress Song Weiyin, her face flushed like a red apple, nestled like a little bird in Shen Qiang's arms. Her lovely eyes gazed shyly at the rising sun, and she exclaimed, "It's so beautiful."
Shen Qiang smiled and gently brushed aside her long hair by her ear. Her fair neck appeared under the sunrise, looking as flawless as white jade, as if shaming frost and snow.
"Are you talking about the sun or the kiss?"
Song Weiyin's pretty face instantly turned crimson. Filled with embarrassment and urgency, she playfully retorted in a slightly rebellious manner, "Of course, it's the sunrise. Unlike you, with such a complicated mind."
Shen Qiang's eyes crinkled with laughter: "Oh? Are you sure you know what's in my mind? Why don't you dive into my heart and take a look? Then I'll feed you so much delicious food that you'll get chubby, get stuck in my heart, and never leave."
