He made her a comb, working until his palms were full of cuts; to prevent her from falling off the bed, he watched over her; at night, he covered her with a blanket multiple times...
Yet he never said he liked her, and thinking about it, Leng Yu Yan felt as if a needle were pricking her heart.
Indeed, their relationship was established on a basis of transactional cooperation, on mutual needs—how could there be real emotions?
He kissed her, he became engaged to her, driven nothing more than by a man's basic desires.
Ye Yiheng's fingers paused at the corner of her eye. This little woman had a face that could bewitch everyone and a figure that was extremely enticing. Not only that, her excellence, her kindness, attracted him incessantly.
Hearing what she said, his heart surged, and he lowered his head to kiss away the tear at the corner of her eye.
