"I don't know."
Qin Ying still kept her head down, her voice barely audible.
Chen Xuan saw her like this and laughed mischievously.
Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed the hand she was tightly clutching the corner of the quilt with.
"I'm not going to eat you, don't worry."
He caressed Qin Ying's delicate hands and spoke softly.
"Besides, with your father being the top expert in the Eastern Continent... I wouldn't dare."
Feeling his broad palms, the tension diminished.
She finally raised her head and asked, "Then why are you here?"
"My feet were disobedient; they somehow walked to your door. It's really not my fault."
"You smooth-talker."
Qin Ying gave him a sidelong glance and then leaned her whole body against him.
"What should we do?"
Father!
These two words were indeed an obstacle between them now.
"As long as I'm here, you just keep your heart calm and wait."
Chen Xuan's arm encircled her slender waist.
"Mm! I believe..."
