"Little An?" Gu Jin called out to him in confusion.
An Mingji placed his chin on her shoulder. Due to his height, he needed to slightly bend his body.
Though he heard her call, he was unwilling to let go.
He whispered playfully, "Ajin, let me hold you for a while, just a little while."
Gu Jin didn't make a sound, nor did she break free. She slowly leaned against the broad chest of the man behind her.
This behavior could not be more straightforward—there was no rejection, only relaxed dependence.
The corners of An Mingji's lips curved into a satisfied arc, much like a cat with the cream.
Allen stood not far away, watching the two embracing each other. He raised his arm to rest behind his head, a hint of relief on his face.
The family head had finally won his beauty. This must be the greatest harvest of this sea voyage.
In the distance, the city's neon lights flickered.
They weren't far from the shore now.
