"I can't seem to hold on to anything," Xie Fan dropped the book, jumped up and wrapped his arms around Ye Sheng's neck, wrapping his legs around his waist, pouting and complaining.
Ye Sheng caught her with both hands and hugged her tightly, staring at the wrinkled little face, knowing that she had another sudden heart attack, he smiled softly: "Huh?".
Xie Fan buried his head in Ye Sheng's chest, smelling his delicious and familiar scent, and twisted restlessly.
"Don't be such a spoiled brat," Ye Sheng patted her butt gently, "Actually, you have been insisting on one thing." Xie Fan's face immediately turned red and he was too embarrassed to raise his head: "Which thing?"
"Love me."
Intention: Ordinary, peaceful years