"Don't get me wrong, it's not like I deliberately chose not to wear it!" Seeing him furrow his brows, Luo Xiaoqian thought he was angry, so she quickly explained, "The dress is beautiful, but somebody deliberately spilled juice on it yesterday, so that's why I didn't wear it..."
Leng Zimo set down the document in his hand, and leisurely walked up to her.
She instinctively took a step back, "I'll take it to the wash in a bit, and next time I go on stage, I'll definitely wear it..."
Lifting his hand, he took the large delivery box from her and casually tossed the dress aside, and with one reach of his arm, he enclosed her waist and pulled her into an embrace.
"From now on, you don't need to be so cautious around me, just be yourself!"
His chest was broad and solid, and the palm of his hand resting on her waist and back was so warm, as was the sound of his voice, uncharacteristically gentle.
In his arms, she felt as secure as when she was a child embraced by her father.
Peaceful.
