The man lifted his head, discarded the cigarette in his hand, and straightened his body, "Why are you up?"
Tong Ran's small face was pressed against his back, "I thought you left."
Mo Nanjue turned around, holding her face in his hands, transferring the warmth of his palms to her, the man lowered his head and kissed her eye corner gently, "Cold?"
Tong Ran shook her head, and Mo Nanjue pulled her into his embrace, his chin lightly resting on the top of her head, an ordinary hug, yet for Tong Ran it felt incredibly warm. She still remembered how unbearably cold last winter was, her hands and feet were often icy, even though Mo Beiyan installed a high-end heating system in the villa, she just couldn't get warm.
Now, with just a simple hug from him, she felt as if all the world had blossomed into spring.
