"..." A second of stunned silence passed before Ye Liangyan couldn't help but burst out laughing at the image he painted.
Jiang Yutang stared at her smiling face, slightly dazed.
When she laughed, her eyes curved, lips tilted upwards, and her gaze seemed to reflect sparkling stars—bright and enchanting. That aloof and cold face of hers suddenly seemed to be painted with vivid colors, captivating one's gaze.
However, after she laughed, Ye Liangyan realized her slip and pursed her lips tightly, clearly holding back.
Jiang Yutang noticed this gesture and couldn't help thinking that, indeed, she had such an adorably coy side to her.
He smiled gently.
"If you want to laugh, just laugh. What I said is merely the truth," he spoke with an easy tone, free of blame, and suddenly his deep, dark eyes fixed firmly on her, "Besides, I have you here to take care of me, so that counts as well."
