Night lingers long, Mo Siyu holding his beloved woman to sleep is naturally filled with joy, as if embracing the whole world.
Yet, such happiness is also simultaneously painful.
Mo Siyu is full of youthful vigor, holding his beloved woman in his arms, if he really had no reaction at all, that would be truly strange. This sort of pain mixed with pleasure, Mo Siyu would rather get up in the middle of the night to take a cold shower than to let go of her.
That night, Tang Yue slept very peacefully, nestled in Mo Siyu's embrace, she felt extremely secure.
Poor Mo Siyu, he had a late night, took a cold shower in the middle of the night, and barely fell asleep when dawn was about to break.
Mo Siyu, who usually doesn't stay in bed late, held Tang Yue and had no desire to get up, dragging it out until the last moment, he stealthily kissed her, then reluctantly rose from the bed.
