She truly expressed her love at every moment.
After making a heart-shaped gesture for thirty seconds, Nan Sheng picked up her phone and said in a soft voice, "Han Baobao, I love you! So, open your biggest and warmest arms to catch your little baby now."
Nan Sheng, who is already 25 years old psychologically, knows that these words are childish and old-fashioned, but she just likes them very much. If she could, she would say them to Yin Han every day.
There's a saying that goes, "The most rustic things are the most romantic."
Hearing her words, Yin Han obediently did as she was told, putting her phone away, her outstretched hands trembling slightly.
The girl ran towards him the moment he opened his arms, but he couldn't wait and scooped her up in two or three big strides.
Nan Sheng used her legs to pull herself up onto Yin Han, hooking her legs around his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck. Before Yin Han could react, she gave him a hard kiss on the lips.
Not satisfied with just a kiss, she gave him another one, then pressed her head against his forehead, their noses lightly brushing against each other—the atmosphere was incredibly intimate.
When Yin Han saw the person in front of him, her scent lingering in his nostrils, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he called out hoarsely, "Sheng Sheng..."
Nan Sheng smiled and spoke at the opportune moment: "How could I possibly rest if I didn't get to kiss or hold my Han baby?"
Yin Han didn't answer her, but instead showed his longing through his actions. He grabbed the back of her neck with his big hand, quickly pulled her forward, bent down, lowered his head, and kissed her soft, pink lips.
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