His icy voice softened by the end, careful not to wake up the little girl.
Seeing his anger, Feiyu promptly carried the little girl back to bed. However, he was upset. His attitude had changed too quickly.
One moment he was treating her like trash, telling him to take her away, sparing her not even one look, and now he suddenly treasured her like a gem.
A man's heart is as incomprehensible as the needle at the bottom of the sea.
Third Young Master Jun looked down at the little girl laying beside him. Seeing her blissfully sweet, sleeping face softened his icy heart. His lips curled into a smile as he gently brushed aside the loose strand of hair sticking on her forehead.
He tucked her in tightly with a blanket, covering her little body.
Feiyu was rendered speechless by his paternal care, a stark contrast to his previously cold demeanor. It was as shocking as seeing a lion turn gentle, truly horrifying.
"Are you not sending her away, Third Young Master?" he tentatively asked.
