Xiao Meng was clearly just tossing down chess pieces randomly, yet he still managed to enjoy the game.
As she looked at the man's serious profile, she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.
Mo Shiche suddenly turned his head to look at her, capturing the smiling curve of her eyes.
Luo Qiangwei paused.
When their eyes met, the man looked at her as a husband gazes at his wife who just stepped out of the bath, deeply focused as if trying to draw her into the swirling vortex of affection in his eyes.
She was slightly stunned, simply gazing back at him until she heard Mo Shiche's deep voice ask, "Are you finished washing?"
Luo Qiangwei quickly turned away, responding softly, "Mhm."
Mo Shiche reached out with his long arm, pulling her down into his embrace. Startled, Luo Qiangwei grabbed onto his shoulder, "You have a wound beneath your chest."
"It's okay," the man circled her waist, settling her on his lap, "You've applied medicine to it; it doesn't hurt at all now."
