What troubles did he have?
Leng Zhiyuan stretched her fair fingers out to caress his face, and she wanted to smooth out the three lines running across his forehead.
At this moment, Zhou Yao suddenly opened his eyes, and he was quick as he grabbed her index finger.
Leng Zhiyuan froze for a moment. She raised her head up to look at the man's eyes that had just opened. His eyes were full of fatigued blood vessels, but there was a complicated emotion in his eyes more than anything.
His dark, defined gaze was full of her reflection. He was staring intently at her, and his gaze was full of frustration, pain, love, and sorry feelings… He was staring at her intently with his hot, stern gaze.
Leng Zhiyuan turned her gaze over to the side, and she wanted to take her finger back.
She managed to take her finger back, and she wanted to turn around to leave, but a long muscular arm pinned her soft waist down, and she was dragged onto his lap.
