In the years that Xiao Cheng and Feng Yun spent together, he had never seen such a smile.
Feng Shi Er Niang, in her girlhood, was shy and pure, never casting such looks at a man.
The woman who returned from Jin Country, having experienced the hardships of the world, had less light in her eyes, and even her smiles, as if veiled in an impenetrable gauze, never seemed to come from the heart.
In front of Pei Jue, her smiles were enchanting, tender, mature, like ripe berries that would ooze honey with a gentle touch, irresistibly tempting...
Xiao Cheng's understanding of intimate relationships was shallow; he had never deeply pondered what kind of emotion was affection, what kind of love was love.
But the scene just now, Feng Yun looking at Pei Jue, and Pei Jue towards Feng Yun, that atmosphere impenetrable to outsiders, struck his vulnerability in an instant.
Silence surrounded him as Xiao Cheng felt as if his body was cooling down.
He didn't speak, nor did he move.
