She reached out, gently cupping his face as her fingers lightly brushed his smooth skin, her voice even softer, "Matthew Saxon, my heart has long been yours. No one else can take it away, so does one day earlier or later really matter?"
"You scared me today. Though you seem much better now, your complexion still looks a bit haggard, and I truly worry about you."
"Right now, I just hope you can rest well, take care of your health, and once you're recovered, I'll agree to anything you want and won't stop you anymore, okay?"
She touched Matthew's face for a while, and in doing so, she couldn't help but marvel at how great his skin was.
The texture was silky and delicate, as perfect as a peeled egg. In this regard, even she felt a bit inferior.
She thought that even if she applied a face mask ten times a day, she wouldn't achieve such smooth skin.
