"I love you, I'm willing to accept your past, and embrace all of you. I'll try to get along with Little Nuomi and try to... be a qualified stepfather."
As Mu Jingxi uttered the words "stepfather," a wave of discomfort surged through him.
Perhaps it was the sincerity in his expression that made Qiao An forget to brush away his hand.
She let him caress her.
"Qiao An, give me a chance, I'll take good care of both you and your daughter," Mu Jingxi's gaze was intense, and in the depths of his dark pupils, Qiao An saw a tiny reflection of herself.
As if... his eyes were filled only with her.
Mu Jingxi slowly drew her into his embrace, his thin lips pressing against her cheek, gently caressing, "Qiao An, trust yourself to me, okay?"
A servant hurried out from inside the house, timidly called out, "Miss Qiao..."
Qiao An snapped back to reality, abruptly pushed him away, raised her hand, and awkwardly smoothed her hair, "Little Cutie, what's the matter?"
