Di Mingjue couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her inability to maintain composure. He had overestimated her, thinking she would manage to stay silent for at least three minutes. She didn't even last three seconds.
Di Mingjue's generous hand took her smaller one, asking earnestly, "I want to hear it."
Gu Qibao nodded discontentedly, "Of course."
"Sentimental." Di Mingjue raised his eyebrows in disdain.
But in the next moment, he indulged her wish, caressing her head. His voice was low and melodious, "Good girl, you actually don't need to say it. I know you're an unparalleled beauty, the most beautiful kind, more beautiful than any woman in the world, even more than a strand of your hair. You are the most beautiful, okay? Don't compare yourself to anyone, no one can match you."
Gu Qibao got goosebumps but felt pleased. She planted a kiss on his face, gloating, "That's more like it."
