Zhou Jingwei smoothed the stray hairs by Cheng Weiyue's temples, his eyes deep with emotion, "A princess can never grow up, Yueyue, do you understand what I mean?"
Cheng Weiyue understood.
She didn't speak, her fingers twirling Zhou Jingwei's tie, subconsciously twisting it.
Zhou Jingwei didn't make it difficult for her, simply said in a gentle voice, "If you don't speak, I'll take it as you want to build a snowman, so wait for me, okay?"
Cheng Weiyue didn't dare move recklessly, afraid to distract him, and agreed.
In fact, this document didn't necessarily need to be read at night; he was simply harboring a bit of selfishness.
He held Cheng Weiyue, truly not very willing to let go.
The little girl was fragrant and irresistibly cute, the look in her eyes like a little deer lost in the forest.
Zhou Jingwei thought, if he were a qualified hunter, he should domesticate her.
