"..."
On the man's strong arm, there was a visible indentation. It was clear that Yu Tingting had been resting on it all night, and he hadn't moved an inch. He was content just watching her, reveling in her deep reliance on him. Just like this—watching her tranquil sleeping face, her long lashes, that defenseless, baby-like serenity—it was the most beautiful scenery he could never tire of for the rest of his life.
"..."
A surge of warmth flooded her heart. Yu Tingting's already rosy cheeks instantly turned crimson. She reached out her soft little hand and began gently massaging the man's arm.
The young woman blinked her bright, expressive eyes and asked gently,
"For you, even if it's like this for a lifetime, I feel so happy."
When one truly loves someone, speaking sweet words becomes effortless. Xie Qiyan's enchanting eyes were fixed unwaveringly on the woman he adored, greedily admiring the stunning way her every expression and movement captured his heart.
