“An Ke… An Ke…” He shouted several times, a feeling of panic slowly spreading through his entire body.
………Happy Lantern Festival, everyone!!……………………………………………. 023 Concern “You’re here,” a very thin voice sighed like a ghost, as if it would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Jun Hao followed the voice and saw her illuminated precisely by a beam of light. She wore a black long dress, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her slender body seeming as if it could be blown away by the wind. He strode forward, but his concern turned into anger: “Are you standing on the balcony in the middle of the night trying to scare people?”
The wind was cold, and people’s hearts were even colder. An Ke did not turn back; the wind tousled her black hair. The pitch-black night sky captured her entire gaze. She did not look back at Jun Hao, nor did she have the mood to argue. Hearing Jun Hao approach, she nervously said, “Don’t come over.”
“You…” The words of reproach were about to leave his mouth when he touched her coldness and involuntarily expressed concern: “Why are your hands so cold?”
She quickly withdrew her hand, still looking at the night sky. His hand was warm, making one want to grasp it and never let go.
“It seems you’re disobedient again. How could you freeze my things like this? You should know that without my permission, you don’t even have the right to catch a cold.” He embraced her from behind, his warm breath circling around her.
“Instead of staying with your bride, you’ve come here just to declare your ownership,” her stiff, cold body gradually melting from his breath, but her heart grew even colder.
Jun Hao held her slender waist from behind, his lips gently brushing her sensitive earlobe, the corner of his mouth lifting in a beautiful arc: “Tell me you mind, and I’ll stay here with you, ignoring the bride.”
“Then I’ll tell you I don’t mind, please leave immediately,” her voice forcibly calm, but her slightly trembling body revealed her unease.
Jun Hao held her tighter, his lips already restlessly kissing her cheek, mockingly asking, “Minding means minding. Is it so hard to admit?”
