"Yingying, you are so beautiful," Shen Mosheng sighed unconsciously, his eyes full of infatuation, and he made no attempt to conceal his feelings.
With a light flush painting her fair cheeks, just a gentle compliment from Shen Mosheng could make her so happy.
"I really want to put you in my pocket and take you everywhere with me, yet not let anyone else see your beauty," Shen Mosheng realized for the first time that his desire to possess her was so strong.
That he had actually let Han Yingying go to America initially now seemed unbelievable to him.
It was unclear whether it was Shen Mosheng's melodious voice or the beautiful compliments, but Han Yingying felt slightly intoxicated.
Apparently, listening to Shen Mosheng talk could be intoxicating as well.
Shen Mosheng gently wrapped his arms around Han Yingying's head and gently pressed a kiss on her smooth hair, whispering, "Let's go take photos."
