"Tang Xiaofei, you're working so hard, what should I do about it? Don't you know it makes my heart ache?"
If she were just a delicate little woman, a dainty little woman, then to Ye Chenxi, he would surely lavish her with endless love and care.
But she's not that dainty little girl.
Her determination and strength seem to make his heart ache.
He felt too pained to let her become so exhausted, too reluctant to let her sacrifice so much for him.
He couldn't even bear to eat, holding her, unwilling to let go.
Tang Xiaofei was also very content with him clinging to her like this; she reached out to stroke his short, fine hair, and said softly, "I'm not tired at all; instead, I find it very meaningful and worthwhile."
As long as it's for him, she feels it's worth it, so every time she does it, her heart is filled with love.
"Silly girl."
Ye Chenxi finally let her go, reaching out to lightly tap her nose, his eyes as deep as ink, mesmerizing like a spell, drawing people in.
