Qin Jin's lips curled into a smile as he elegantly leaned back in the driver's seat, the bright moonlight pouring in from the car window, casting a faint halo on his neatly cropped hair.
Gazing at the little woman in his arms, the smile at the corner of his mouth became even more wickedly indulgent, as flawless as a deity.
"What are you laughing at..."
Ye Zi thought he was laughing at her for saying the word "chick," and her face turned red.
"I'm laughing because you're getting cuter and cuter." With fingers well-defined, he gently brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, then bent down to plant a kiss on her forehead, "My Little Yezi."
In his eyes was a tenderness that couldn't be melted away, floating and rippling, crystal clear and subtly luminous.
Under the half-bright, half-dim car lights, his long eyelashes fluttered gently, casting faint shadows beneath his eyes.
