The space was very silent.
Their eyes met; his gaze was fervent, as if he wanted to consume her, while her moist eyes were filled with confusion.
He lowered his head, continuing to kiss her tenderly, "Answer me, Jiayin, say you are willing to be my woman, hmm?"
Every word was a bewitching tune, almost numbing her nerves.
Gu Jiayin bit her lower lip and turned her face away. She didn't know, she was just confused, she truly didn't know if she should entrust the next half of her life journey to this man.
Complex.
Conflicted.
Yet, she really couldn't deny that she was infatuated with his kindness.
Her chin was gently turned back, and her eyes once more met his profound, ink-dark gaze. He asked, "What are you worried about, hmm? Can I not resolve all your concerns?"
In this world, there was nothing he couldn't resolve; he faced everything with this cool arrogance and wild charisma.
Except her heart.
She was his only helplessness.
