For a moment, he was overwhelmed by countless thoughts, for she had so many, many virtues that he found himself at a loss for words.
In any case, she was a woman who could give a person a special sense of security and solidity, the closer he got to her, the more comfortable he felt she made him.
"Xuanxuan," Nangong Jin leaned in close to her face, and instantly, his enchanting eyes softened.
She was the kind of woman to whom you would willingly offer all the tenderness in the world, his woman.
"Hmm?" Di Jinxuan raised her eyebrows, appearing supremely composed.
She, too, was looking into his eyes, so tender, so beautiful, and although she maintained her poise on the surface, her palms began to sweat slightly.
She was eager to see what kind of tenderness such a man could bring to her, to experience being cherished and treasured by him—what would that taste like?
Nangong Jin moved closer again, their foreheads touching, their noses grazing each other lightly.
His breath, unguarded, mingled with hers, seeming to make her heart beat faster.
His scent was pleasant, mixed with a hint of tobacco that was not at all objectionable to her.
At this moment, his brows were tender, his eyes glimmering with an alluring, bewitching haze.
He raised his hand and gently caressed her small face, the pad of his thumb lightly stroking her cheek as one might pet a small animal.

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