"Qiqi, don't give yourself so much stress."
Yun Huan looked deeply into Qin Yi's eyes, his flawless face becoming gentler.
The little fella was giving herself too much pressure; it wasn't good.
Qin Yi took a deep breath and suppressed the agitation in her heart. "You're right, I'm too worked up."
Improving one's abilities wasn't something that could happen overnight, so she shouldn't rush it. Otherwise, she might reach a bottleneck and become stuck.
Qin Yi hugged Yun Huan, her hands going around his waist, and Yun Huan embraced Qin Yi in silence. The young lady's unique scent was on the tip of his nose.
There was chaos around them, but Yun Huan and Qin Yi simply embraced each other, the sight as beautiful as a painting.
But in Mu Xuanran's opinion, this was simply offensive to the eyes.
