Zhang Wei, his charm undeniably potent, continued to coax Zhou Jiajia gently. "Little Jia, there's no need for crying," he murmured, his voice carrying a strange mixture of comfort and mischief. His hand, still resting on her back, traced soothing patterns.
Zhou Jiajia, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, gazed up at him. "I just... I thought you left me," she admitted, vulnerability seeping through her words.
Zhang Wei, with a tender smile, lifted her chin. "Never. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere, not until I have enough of you," he assured her, chuckled softly, his eyes locking onto hers, before he kissed her on lips again.
This time, Zhou Jiajia weakly, yet slowly responding.
Xiong Mei, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but shake her head. 'It's like he's weaving a spell,' she thought, recognizing the subtle artistry in his words and gestures.
