"And the first time I really desire a woman."
After saying those words, Li Zhicheng raised his head and stared at Lin Qian.
As expected, her originally flushed face became even redder. Even her ears were tinted red. The usually-witty pair of eyes were now flickering and darting around the room in an attempt to avoid his gaze.
Li Zhicheng also fell silent for a moment. He languidly lifted his teacup and dipped his head to casually take a small sip.
It was needless to say that she had him in her heart. The night of the riot, after both of them had to deal with the rioters, she'd gazed at him with wet eyes that shined with many complicated feelings—some that she may not have fully wrapped her head around.
If a woman didn't love a man, she would not gaze at him in such a way. Her gaze had sent his heart to the point of silent agitation.
