Yun Bilu had no idea about the turmoil roaring in Huang Yize's heart. She anxiously tugged his arm and said, "Don't say that. Why are you chasing me out? We still have things to discuss."
When Yun Bilu's small yet warm hands touched Huang Yize's, its warmth seemed to seep straight into his heart, causing it to stir. He tilted his head and looked at those trusting eyes that seemed to rely on him. His gaze lowered even further, and he saw her pouting lips. She was evidently displeased at his cold attitude.
Huang Yize's head started aching. He wanted to sigh and rub his forehead. This girl was too dense and pure. Did she know that every single action and emotion of hers was capable of drawing out his strongest reactions?
She was only twenty. He had to control himself.
