"Wife, I can hold back. I've endured it for so many years, but now it truly feels bitter in my heart."
Xie Qikan lowered his head, casting a gentle glance at Yuan Xiaoxiao. He reached out his slender fingers to hold the soft, delicate hand of the woman he loved. His voice was low and rich, tinged with a playful, coquettish tone. He even gave Yuan Xiaoxiao a teasing look, his actions carrying a trace of seductiveness—wasn't it irresistible?
He was actually a little shy, considering his age. It did feel a bit awkward, but the old man was immensely proud of himself—so what?
"..."
So, he had this side to him too!
Yuan Xiaoxiao's big eyes fluttered repeatedly, a sure sign she was a little stunned, wasn't she?
She was completely struck dumb by this man who usually appeared so towering and imposing, even fierce and decisive in his actions. Did he have to be so utterly alluring?
