The girl's voice was feeble, sounding by his ear as if a kitten's paw was gently scratching at his heart.
In the darkness, her clear, bright eyes filled with mist, and she tilted her head slightly, rubbing her delicate chin against the arm that was wrapped in his sleeve.
Pei Yan's breath caught, staring at the slowly darkening depths of her eyes.
"I know I was wrong, don't be mad," Jiang Shuyao no longer argued, speaking to herself, "Tomorrow I'll submit my resignation from the base, it's a mess there now, and there's no point in staying any longer. With that time, I might as well spend more time cultivating a relationship with my own boyfriend, like now, how romantic."
She always knew how to get to his Achilles' heel.
Showing weakness and acting coy was the best remedy to soothe his anger.
And this remedy, not only was it not bitter, but it was also fatally sweet.
Pei Yan's previously tense face, by now, had turned into an indescribable expression.
