Facing Xia Yanxin's bright and persistent gaze, Long Yutian hesitated slightly before responding in a low voice, as if agreeing... In fact, ever since he made a grand bid for that painting, he had seen the glistening tears in her eyes. He knew very well that the child was a wound in her heart that would never heal. So, even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would fulfill that wish. However, this agreement didn't mean he genuinely accepted that stranger child. On the contrary, he would have someone keep a closer watch on him.
Xia Yanxin smiled contentedly, wrapped her arms around Long Yutian's neck, and responded to his passionate kiss... He forcefully lifted her up, turned around, and placed her on the desk, sweeping all the books on the table onto the floor with his hand.
