Jiang Zhiyu gazed at Li Yuan's face, her vision blurry with emotion, her heart pounding uncontrollably. Every time she was with him, she lost all control.
There seemed to be some bewitching charm about Li Yuan, always drawing her in irresistibly.
"Xia Hua," Jiang Zhiyu murmured softly, looking at Li Yuan. The tears in her eyes had faded, leaving only deep affection.
Li Yuan smiled, unconsciously licking his lips, the unique taste of Little Fish still lingering on them.
He reached out and stroked Jiang Zhiyu's head. Staring at the beautiful face before him, Li Yuan finally mustered the courage to voice the thought in his heart.
"Little Fish... what if you don't go abroad?"
When Jiang Zhiyu heard Li Yuan's plea, her heart fluttered like a startled fawn. Her large, expressive eyes blinked again and again as she stared at him, making Li Yuan feel a little self-conscious.
Li Yuan touched his cheek and asked, puzzled, "Little Fish, is there something on my face?"
