Qin Xin pondered. "I can't, I can't let you take that kind of risk."
Nalan Ye Jue's long fingers gently brushed the curve of her ear, then slid along her hair to her neck, supporting the back of her neck so her small face tilted up a little. His deep eyes locked onto her without wavering:
"Little wife, this isn't a risk. This is something I'm happy to do. If a man can't step forward to protect his woman, he doesn't deserve to be called a man."
Qin Xin was moved by his words.
She knew that although this man was gentle and elegant on the surface, in essence he was very strong and domineering.
Once he decided on something, he would never change it.
But the mastermind they were up against, his identity was a mystery, possibly beyond ordinary imagination.
Under these circumstances, making their marriage public and becoming a target—was it worth it?
Nalan Ye Jue saw she was still hesitant, sighed, and hugged her tightly again:
