It was the first time Leng Youchen heard her speak so much, and every word struck his heart with enough force to make his soul tremble. Almost as soon as her voice fell, he reached out to embrace her.
In this moment, he only wanted to kiss her, to use this simplest and most direct way to convey the tremor and astonishment in his heart.
But Wei Anning dodged. She raised her hand to stop his movement, and the beautiful face he adored displayed a hint of anger, "Leng Youchen, I'm having a serious talk with you. Can't you stop being so dismissive?"
Leng Youchen still reached out and hugged her fully in his arms. He kissed her hair, his voice trembling with excitement, "Darling, do you know? That was the most beautiful confession I've ever heard."
Wei Anning's cheeks burned faintly. She hadn't intended to confess—she was merely stating the truth. But when she thought about her words just now, they were indeed deeply emotional.
