"If I can't even control my own happiness, isn't that too much of a failure?" Wen Zhiyao's voice was soft, but every word was full of conviction.
Her stubborn and unyielding spirit was impossible to ignore.
Jiang She took the initiative to wrap his arms around her waist, intentionally moving closer to Wen Zhiyao, narrowing the distance between them.
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will make sure you are always happy." At the end, he planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Some words sound nice, but compared to words, I prefer your initiative." Wen Zhiyao's words were full of insinuation.
Jiang She looked at her as if he half-understood, and asked curiously, "You like initiative?"
"Of course."
The next second, Wen Zhiyao was lifted up by Jiang She in one go, his smile growing deeper.
Carrying her towards his bedroom.
Jiang She seemed to have a sudden realization, "Since you like initiative so much, I should definitely satisfy you."
