"Do I?" He chuckled lightly, his usual elegance returning, "It seems that from the moment I met you, I've thought of you as the kind of delicate little girl who needs to be cared for, protected."
I want to hold her in the palm of my hand, to take good care of her.
A truly fragile and precious woman should have hands that have never touched spring water, to be held and cherished in the palm of a hand, her nobility accented with all kinds of jewelry.
And Mu Mian, I'm going to spoil her just like that.
"Nowadays many men are busy making money to support their families, not as leisurely as you."
His hands began to carefully apply ointment to her, his face showing a detailed expression, "Taking care of you alone is more demanding than caring for a thousand delicate people, I too need to make money."
She didn't like the things he bought her, nor did she wear them, but those items in the cabinet, weren't they all invaluable if taken out?
