It's a pity that some people don't cherish it, and she thought there was no hope in this life.
Just as she was about to give up, someone said this to her.
"It's not necessary to open a shop. Anyway, you're already married to me, so naturally where I go, you go." Jun Mochan said matter-of-factly.
His pitch-black, luminous eyes finally began to blossom with a smile, like the arrival of night, with specks of starlight gradually lighting up, paving a brilliant galaxy.
"Are you tired?" Jun Mochan asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
His love was like warm water, surrounding her from all sides—gentle, but never scorching. It was like water boiling a frog, making one unknowingly sink into its embrace.
Ye Ranran thought, if this man were willing, he could make any woman fall for him and love him to the point of no return.
She looked at him and earnestly said, "I'm not that delicate."
"I like it when you're delicate. I want to protect you."
