Mu Yazhe gently held her hand and suckled lightly on her fingertip. The love he held in his gaze just as he lowered his eyes was enough to melt her heart.
Despite the cold wind blowing outside the car window, Yun Shishi's heart was feeling warm and cozy inside.
"Hold my hand when you alight from the car, alright?" He patiently instructed her as his gentle voice tried to calm down her rapid heartbeat.
The Bentley slowly came to a halt at the end of the red carpet.
From the rearview mirror, she could see many reporters swarming in to crowd around the car door. The camera lights flashed incessantly as everyone tried to beat the rest by being the first to capture the couple.
The bodyguards immediately came forward to disperse the crowd but had little success with the feverish media.
Smiling, the man pushed open the car door, stepped out of it and, without further ado, turned to hold her hand under the constant bursts of bright flashes.
