When Xiao Tianyu gently caressed Xiao Ziyan's cheek with his right hand, Xiao Ziyan surprisingly did not resist. Instead, she felt an inexplicable and deepening sense of intimacy, as if she wanted to be cherished by the man before her.
This feeling was so peculiar, akin to a brother doting on his sister, ensuring she suffers no harm.
Xiao Ziyan's beautiful eyes blinked as she finally lifted her gaze to meet Xiao Tianyu's profound eyes. In the depths of those dark eyes, she saw clarity, adoration, and the pure intention to protect her, to hold her in his embrace.
"Why don't I feel any resentment towards his advances?" Xiao Ziyan, with her innocent eyes, gazed at Xiao Tianyu. She herself couldn't understand it. She had never experienced such a feeling before, something akin to familial love, like a sibling bond.
If it had been any other man gently stroking her cheek, she would have likely flared up, but not now. She savored this feeling of being cherished.
