Zhan Feng held Keren tightly in his arms, stroking her soft long hair, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Xue Rou didn't speak either. She just kept crying, as if she wanted to vent the grievances in her heart.
After a long time, Xue Rou stopped crying. She found that her tears had dyed Zhan Feng's clothes red. Embarrassed, she struggled and tried to get out of his arms.
However, Zhan Feng was unwilling to let her go. He still held her tightly.
Xue Rou struggled for a moment, but she didn't break free. She stopped struggling and quietly snuggled in Zhan Feng's arms, enjoying the sudden warmth.
"Am I dreaming?"
Xuerou snuggled up in Zhan Feng's embrace, a look of happiness on her face as she muttered.
Zhan Feng held up Xue Rou's face and stared at her with deep affection. He said
