He doesn't want much, just her by his side, listening to her talk, feeling her breath, being able to embrace her.
That would be enough.
He doesn't want her to be jealous, nor does he care about his place in her heart.
He doesn't need to know anything about her.
As long as she does one thing, stays by his side.
He'll take care of the rest.
He can humble himself to do anything for her, as long as she likes. He can give her all his love, even if she doesn't want it, he doesn't care.
"43, 44, 45..."
Anjue chased after her in a panic, only to see Ye Xiaoyu leaning against the door, counting numbers. He was stunned, a little nervous as he walked up, standing in front of her, unsure what to do.
"Little Fish, it wasn't how it looked just now."
