Yang Yuerong's face turned deathly pale with intense tremors, the viciousness of her appearance leaving no trace of her usual seductive guise...
"Do you think a man snatched by stripping can be relied upon?"
Watching Yang Yuerong's crazed demeanor, Huo Beichen's lips briefly displayed a cold smirk. However, when he turned to look at Ye Nuanxi, his expression softened into one of affectionate indulgence, "Can a man who devotes his life, risks his fate, and loves with all his heart, like me, be relied upon, Nuannuan? Am I right?"
Nuannuan?
Ye Nuanxi suddenly froze, her gaze upon him becoming slightly bewildered. That's right, she hadn't misheard, he called her Nuannuan. In this world, apart from her brother, only one person had called her Nuannuan, and moreover, it was in a dream—the way she had hoped it would be, so handsome, so valiant...
"Uh, that, yes!"
