Ye Yiheng turned her body, perhaps because the tender tone of her voice just now was too provocative; his slim fingers lightly grazed the tip of her nose.
"You needn't fear me, I can't bear to hurt you, let alone cause you pain."
Although he said so, in his eyes she was like a delicate, pitiable little creature; he couldn't help but want to sharpen his teeth and aggressively overpower her.
However, since the girl could cry, he could only round off the sharp teeth in his heart and place her carefully on a pedestal, where no one could snatch her away.
His voice was low and pleasing to the ear, like well-aged fine wine, carrying a hint of sweetness, intoxicatingly surpassing all the orange wine in the world.
Leng Yu Yan blinked and reached up to touch her neck, "Then it's a promise!"
The neck is fragile and must be protected.
"Okay," Ye Yiheng replied with a smile and a nod of his head.
