"Am I really that vicious?" Ye Zao chuckled, falling into the Fourth Master's embrace.
The Fourth Master did not reply. His arms tightened around her instead of letting go.
His mind was a mess, filled with thoughts he never anticipated. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
He dared not promise her, for while it was easy to promise, what if he couldn't fulfill it?
Could he, a dignified emperor, go back on his word to his woman?
But if he didn't promise...
The Fourth Master looked down at Ye Zao.
Ye Zao was also looking at him, her eyes filled with only anticipation. No other emotion.
The Fourth Master could not bear it. He didn't want those eyes he adored so much to grow dim...
He was willing to see her sly, mischievous, smiling, or pretending to be pitiful. Or even crying on the bed...
But he couldn't bear to see her disappointed and dim.
