She frantically placed her hand on his chest to stop him from getting closer.
Mo Yesi had no intention of getting closer. His deep gaze locked onto her flustered and blushing face, and his well-defined fingers gently pinched her chin. "So, you've figured out what's the most important thing?"
Qiao Mianmian looked at the handsome face in front of her, and her heart couldn't help but beat faster. Although she was nervous, her gaze didn't waver.
She looked at him and said with a burning face, "Yes, I understand. Mo Yesi, you're the most important to me."
Mo Yesi was stunned.
A few seconds later, a fire seemed to burn in his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright.
Qiao Mianmian could feel the grip on her chin tighten.
"Say it again. What's the most important thing to you?" The man's voice was coaxing and gentle.
