"Yes, Xiaohe has truly treated me very well. In this lifetime, if I ever let her down, I wouldn't even be able to forgive myself." Xu Nianji solemnly expressed his attitude.
Ai Jiaxin looked at him in astonishment. That comment she'd just made was just a casual compliment, so why was Xu Nianji being so serious about it?
This look of deep, oceanic affection made Ai Jiaxin feel it was unbelievable.
Xu Nianji ate two large bowls of rice, and as Ai Jiaxin kept urging him to drink the beverage, he felt a faint suspicion in his heart. After he'd finished eating, he leaned back on the sofa chair and said, "Maybe the weather's a bit hot—I feel a little sleepy."
There was no trace of surprise in Ai Jiaxin's eyes; her smile only grew deeper. She said, "If you want to nap, just lean back on the sofa for a while. Look, it's so soft. Just treat it like an afternoon rest here."
