He, who was usually engulfed in an aura of grim death, was now looking at her with an extraordinarily gentle gaze, yet it was mixed with a kind of inexplicable affection, like a nestling returning to its nest, evoking a strong sense of parental love.
"Little Yanyan is asleep already. Nanny Zhou came in and took her out. She said that Yanyan will sleep over there tonight."
His words were soft, his breath tainted with a strong masculine scent brushed against her face, causing Su Pan'er's cheeks to subtly heat up.
She couldn't resist gripping his hand, whispering a response.
"Uh-huh, I understand."
His big hand was hot, almost scorching hers, causing her heart to skip several beats.
His gaze held a kind of magic that made her feel as if she were naked. She instinctively wanted to hide, but she couldn't escape his line of sight, so she trembled like a frightened deer, her small body shaking.
"It's getting late. Let's rest!"
His voice was soft, but it held a trace of laughter.
