Leng Youchen personally organized Wei Anning's underwear, and the butler took over the suitcase, standing by waiting.
Leng Youchen rolled his wheelchair to Wei Anning's side, reached out to hold her hand, and the warm dryness on the back of her hand made Wei Anning suddenly bow her head, meeting his gaze, soft as water. She felt a bit embarrassed by his look and said, "All packed up?"
She had meant to pack by herself, but he wouldn't let her, even saying that dating meant letting the other person do things for you that you could do yourself, to enjoy treatment like a queen.
In fact, she was afraid that being spoiled by him would leave her at a loss when she returned to her world.
"Hmm," the man looked up, his deep phoenix eyes gazing at her. His fingers casually weaved through hers, slowly coming together, interlocking with her fingers.
Such an ordinary gesture of holding hands was made deeply affectionate by him, making her heart race uncontrollably.
