Ye Xiaoyu knew she couldn't hide it from him; he was such a sensitive person. If she said something now, who knows how his mind might distort it, so she obediently replied: "I just suddenly thought of that time two years ago when you lost it in the living room..."
Anjue's body paused for a moment, then he unnaturally averted his gaze and started eating.
Ye Xiaoyu didn't notice his slightly trembling hand.
Ye Xiaoyu wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in his embrace, "I'm sorry, I don't mind. It's just that I still get a little scared even though you've forgiven me..."
Anjue held her in a trembling hug, a flash of pain crossing his handsome face, "As long as you're by my side, nothing will happen. I'll restrain myself."
"I know you won't hurt me."
"As long as you don't leave me, I will never hurt you."
"I won't leave you."
