Lian Xinying was so anxious that her face turned red, and she almost bit through her lip, "What I want is the kind that doesn't leave even after countless times."
...
Such a straightforward girl.
Yan Ye found himself increasingly fascinated by her.
"So, it is like doing it for a lifetime, right?"
"Mhm! Uncle, would that be okay?"
Attraction is mutual. Lian Xinying's fondness and reliance on him had definitely reached a point of sinking in deep.
Yan Ye was her first love, she had given him her all—passion and devotion.
Only thinking of that one phrase: "Hold your hand and grow old with you."
Yan Ye's thin lips curled up teasingly, "We haven't even fired the first shot, and you're already thinking about a lifetime. Aren't you a bit too eager?"
Lian Xinying: "..."
Why did she feel like she was led into a trap by him?
Unable to out-talk him, Lian Xinying could only bury her head and continue looking at the gifts.
The gifts they sent were like them—direct and fierce.
