Ye Che heard these words, his brows and eyes moved, and he blinked at Xia Weiyi like an innocent big boy.
The smile on his thin lips, accompanied by that eerie and enchanting curve, picked up slightly. He hummed and then said with some irony, "Xu Ziqing, what is she? How could she compare to my treasure...?"
"Let me tell you, even if all the women in the world stripped naked and climbed onto my bed, I might not deign to glance at them. I only want my treasure..."
"Your treasure?" Xia Weiyi echoed his words in a low voice.
"Yes, my treasure... is my wife, my Yiyi..."
The sound of Ye Che's voice suddenly dropped several notches as if he had just thought of something, furrowing his brows tightly. He took a deep breath and casually grabbed a pillow next to him, holding it in his embrace.
His tall frame curled up on the bed, he lowered his head to kiss the pillow in his arms, and in a low murmur said, "Yiyi, my treasure, good night—"
