Olivia turned around, her fair arms wrapping around his neck as she moved her lips closer. "It's okay."

Ethan held her waist with one hand as he placed his other hand on the dressing table.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the contours of his firm forearms.

Two buttons on his shirt collar were undone, so his tempting collarbone could be spotted right away.

His hair wasn't brushed back. Instead, strands of his hair were drooping a little, and he looked extremely gentle.

"Liv, I just cooked. I have an odor on me—"

He had always been particular about cleanliness, but Olivia kissed him deeply. "Ethan, I missed you."

In the room, their shadows gradually melded into one.

The snow was silent, and it weighed heavily on the tree leaves. From time to time, the branches would bend and creak under the weight.

The next morning, sunlight shone warmly upon the yard.

Olivia was extremely tired from the ordeal that lasted until midnight.

Before she knew it, chattering soun