Chen Likai's gaze was deep, brimming with uncontrollable fervor. His voice carried a magnetic quality, laden with profound affection and sincerity. This resolute and commanding man, when facing the little woman he loved, seemed to pour every drop of tenderness into the moment.
"I..."
Yuan Xiaoxiao's eyes darted away from his gaze. In the past, the young woman would have screamed with joy and jumped around happily. But now, she didn't. Her face was a little pale, and there was even a fleeting impulse to escape. Her heart was in turmoil. Even though she couldn't sort through her emotions at the moment, she knew one thing: she could never go against her true feelings.
The atmosphere between the two was awkward, even their breathing felt heavy and stifled.
"Xiaoxiao..."
Chen Likai reached out his well-defined hand, stretching across the table to grasp the little woman's soft, porcelain-like hand. Yuan Xiaoxiao's delicate hand still felt as fragile and boneless as he remembered.
