From his jaw to eyebrows, eyes, the straight bridge of his nose, to his crimson-thin lips, Qibao's little hand landed on his lips, brushing them like a delicate feather.
Finally, her hand landed on his cheek.
Mingjue watched her, saw the affection in her eyes, and his lips curved into a faint smile.
There was a heaviness in his throat, he wanted to say something, but he did not want to rush it.
Was his sweetheart about to confess something to him with her deep, silent emotions?
He looked at her with a soft gaze, the relaxed look in his eyes particularly charming.
Qibao, too, was looking at him. Her lovely lips slowly closed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Di."
Thank you for worrying so much, thank you for being so anxious, and thank you for holding me in your heart.
Mingjue laughed, kissing her forehead, his eyes deep and intense, "Silly girl, we are husband and wife."
We are husband and wife, so it's only natural that I would protect you.
He tilted his head and kissed her.
