Even if the road had no end to it, he could still watch her quietly.
He had driven too quickly earlier on that Su Yue's hair was all messed up. A few strands were sticking to her lips, and so Ming Ansheng stretched his hand slowly towards her. He gently tugged them off.
He had intentionally brushed his finger against her rosy lips.
His heart began to pound once more.
This beautiful girl looked like a flower fairy who had just walked out from a painting. Or perhaps a little elf who had just flown down from a magic mountain. It was of little wonder why so many people fell in love with her.
His gaze puzzled Su Yue. "Uncle Ming, why are you staring at me?"
She began to touch her face. "Is there something on my face?"
"Yueyue." Ming Ansheng softly called her.
His tone was tender and gentle.
