She sat on the terrace, legs crossed like a child, leisurely eating watermelon while attentively listening. When the story reached a fascinating part, she couldn't help but become lost in thought, her spirit soaring. This crude yet gallant man really seemed like a hero.
Seeing her naive look, Wan Donglin couldn't help but chuckle to himself. This girl, unconsciously, was behaving just like before.
Especially the way she looked at him—that admiring gaze—made him feel elated.
Indeed, his extreme infatuation with her had started with that very look. It was a look that ninety-nine percent of women reserved only for expensive jewelry or luxury goods.
In his entire life, she was the only woman who had ever looked up to him like this. Between people, it really did come down to fate.
"Homely Hero, I want some sunflower seeds..."
"Homely Hero, this tea is cold. I want a hot one."
Unknowingly, she had started bossing him around again.
He delightedly placed the items in front of her.
