Jianan's heart tightened; He feared her gaze, too alluring, too tempting.
It made Him want to hold her in His arms, give her a lifetime of stability, an untroubled existence.
"Jianan, you don't have to do this. I'm fine. You don't need to cheer me up."
Her gentle voice was like March sunshine dissipating the night's chill.
Jianan stood still, silent, looking at her for a few seconds before reaching out to hold her hand.
"I may not know how to comfort people, but I want to comfort you."
His deep voice resonated like the most pleasing cello sound. Yanxi's eyes grew a bit moist, she bit her lip, looked down, and couldn't help but smile.
Jianan took a step toward her, lifted her chin, with a mischievous grin on His lips: "Touched? If you are, how about pledging yourself to me?"
Yanxi: "..."
Go, go, go!
Can't we just be moved for five minutes during such a romantic moment?
Jianan chuckled lowly, leading her into the villa.
