An Yiqing's voice was soft, her smile warm, her gaze adorable. For the steel-hearted Gu Yelin, he could face countless rockets and cannons without fear, but every time he faced An Yiqing's warm and beautiful smile, Gu Yelin couldn't help but surrender, his iron heart turning instantly into soft around-the-finger tenderness.
No wonder they say, Beauty Town, Hero's Tomb. Even the omnipotent Gu Yelin has his vulnerabilities.
And An Yiqing was the reverse scale he could not touch.
He slowly extended his large hand, gently caressing An Yiqing's smooth, fair cheek. An Yiqing's skin was excellent, fair and delicate, almost like it could break at a touch. Gu Yelin even felt that if he used just a little force, that fair little cheek would be marked with redness, something his heart could not bear.
