He had never treated her this well before.
This feeling made her think it was incredibly precious.
Lowering her head, a thin mist of moisture rose in her eyes, but the corners of her lips unknowingly curved into a faint smile.
This man, whether he loved her or not, as long as he was like this, she was already content.
As she thought so, her hand subconsciously lifted and, without thinking, wrapped around his waist, making Qin Feimo's whole body suddenly tense up.
Just now, chatting with her had finally calmed the heat burning in his body, but because of her small movement, that heat seemed to flare up restlessly again.
Closing his eyes, Qin Feimo tried his best to suppress that heat and could only search for something to talk about again.
But after turning it over in his mind for a long time, his thoughts were so messy he couldn't even find half a word, having no idea what to say.
