Huo Shiqian's eyes were hiding a towering rage.
Xia Chuyi chuckled with a smile, "I'm willing to be a cotton tree, standing by your side."
She turned a famous poem from that era into a confession of love for him.
Huo Shiqian understood.
After a long while, he finally sighed.
The rage gradually subsided, replaced by a faint pride.
Look, this was his girl, strong, persistent, sly, and sweet.
Her eyes, when they shone, were like fire, and when cold, like crystal.
Huo Shiqian couldn't believe that one day, he would be so captivated by such a girl.
His gaze grew darker, he leaned in, and kissed her lips directly.
Now that he had decided on this person, he was determined to spoil her to the heavens.
So, let it be, whatever she wanted, he would grant.
Hiss, from a distance, the snooping crowd sucked in a breath.
Isn't this too bold?
Fortunately, Huo Shiqian's identity made people dare not show any reaction.
Even inside, there was a hidden envy toward Xia Chuyi.
