Voices were still ringing in his ears. Yan Ye's fingers gently caressed the sleeping face in front of him. When she was tired, she would tilt to the side like this. She would always be able to lie on his lap accurately and arch into his arms. She would always drool on his lap. He said that he despised her for being dirty, but every time she was sleepy, he would still be willing to be a pillow.
"Even if you have the same nature and spirit, you will not be her in the end. You will definitely not be willing to be her. Even if I have waited for you for ten thousand years, I will still respect your choice. Huang'er, in this life, I only hope that you will be happy and not… die like that!"
His fingers trembled slightly and she accidentally hooked a strand of Beiting Huang's hair, causing her to feel a little pain in her sleep. She tilted her head and moved her body. She actually snuggled into his arms and snorted impatiently.
