Chenxing called out to him softly once more, tugging gently at his arm. Because his aura of power was so overwhelming, she dared not even raise her voice to ask him for anything.
"What are you afraid of? With me backing you, who dares call you ugly?" Gu Shaocheng's eyes were filled with tenderness, and his voice was sweet. He comforted her by patting her head. "You're not ugly at all. You look like a celestial being in this qipao."
Just looking at her from afar was mesmerizing enough for him.
But no matter how much he comforted her, Chenxing was clear about her own situation.
She couldn't be easily appeased.
All Gu Shaocheng could do was gently pat her back and say, "Don't be nervous, my woman cannot lack courage. Remember when you sat on me and sang in Japan? Bring out that fearless spirit, my woman deserves that! Even if the sky falls, I'll be there to hold it up for you."
A tiny pout tugged at Chenxing's lips.
