Song Yu felt emotional from seeing how handsome he looked at that time. The incisive gaze that he so often had was absent, and at that moment, he looked at her like she was the apple of his eye. Song Yu had an even greater appreciation for that handsome and magnificent man.
As a result of his gaze, a tender lovingness surfaced inexplicably from the bottom of her heart. She stretched herself and kissed him lightly on his eyes. Her thumb then drew gently across his facial features, thinking to herself, 'How is it possible for a man to be so handsome?'
She scrutinized his face in detail and suddenly recalled that he had not answered her question, so she asked again. "What did you talk about with Auntie?"
"What else is there to talk about? The only thing I'd talk about is you and I. I told her not to interfere." Qi Chengzhi wrapped his arm on her and tightened his grip.
