Alas!
Zhu Qianying let out a barely audible sigh.
Even though it was as gentle as a mosquito's whisper, Young Master Yan Bo still heard it.
There she was, sitting naked in his arms, and he was the same.
His hands, which always loved seizing, were now patting her smooth skin without any carnal desire. All he wanted to do was to heal those invisible scars on her with his warmth.
He bent down, silently kissing her on top of her head. Her soft strands brushed against his lips, causing a tingling sensation. The faint scent from her hair entered his nostrils, making him wish to be intoxicated forever.
"However, even if he was a beast, I still need to thank him…" Young Master Yan murmured into her ear.
Zhu Qianying responded with a puzzled 'Huh?'
