For a moment, he was overwhelmed by countless thoughts, for she had so many, many virtues that he found himself at a loss for words.
In any case, she was a woman who could give a person a special sense of security and solidity, the closer he got to her, the more comfortable he felt she made him.
"Xuanxuan," Nangong Jin leaned in close to her face, and instantly, his enchanting eyes softened.
She was the kind of woman to whom you would willingly offer all the tenderness in the world, his woman.
"Hmm?" Di Jinxuan raised her eyebrows, appearing supremely composed.
She, too, was looking into his eyes, so tender, so beautiful, and although she maintained her poise on the surface, her palms began to sweat slightly.
She was eager to see what kind of tenderness such a man could bring to her, to experience being cherished and treasured by him—what would that taste like?
Nangong Jin moved closer again, their foreheads touching, their noses grazing each other lightly.
