Ye Che's voice carried a hint of weary helplessness and loss, husky yet textured, with a touch of tenderness and resignation, yet so deeply devoted and sincere.
It reached Xia Weiyi's ears, making her heart wrench tightly along with his thick nasal tone.
She was momentarily stunned and dazed, then suddenly felt a chill as her sleepwear was peeled away. Ye Che's kisses fell like a gentle rain upon her neck, trailing downward, igniting clusters of brilliant and scorching flames.
Ye Che gazed at the woman beneath him, overflowing with confessions and explanations he wanted to tell her, fearing that her innocent nature would be caught in this web of troubles, becoming a target for all.
Only by keeping her away from these schemes could she continue to live simply and happily.
