Qin Fang froze at her words, suddenly realizing his heartache and anger had made him lose his self-control...
...He possessed 250,000 jin of brute force!
He subconsciously loosened his grip slightly.
But before he could apologize, Qinghe snuggled closer into his embrace, her arms gently wrapping around his waist. She pressed her cheek against the cool fabric of his clothes, her voice a low murmur filled with a mix of shyness and dependence as she added, "But… I like it."
Qin Fang went completely still, and the very aura around him seemed to freeze.
He lowered his gaze to the flushed side of her face. After a long while, he slowly raised his hand and gently laid it on her back, his touch so tender he seemed afraid of breaking a priceless treasure. He just quietly held the soft, fragrant girl in his arms.
