She boldly extended her hand, interlocking her fingers with his. In that instant, her eyes grew warm, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
"Silly girl, why are you crying?" His hand was cushioned beneath her face, and he sensed her thoughts, his heart rippling with her vulnerability, constantly tightening.
"Young Master, I'm really scared, really scared." She didn't even know why she cried, as her face couldn't help but rub against the back of his hand, feeling his hand slightly tighten, gripping hers firmly.
He hugged her into his arms with one hand, kissing her forehead, "Don't be afraid, Qingqian, I'm here. I won't let anyone bully you, don't be afraid, I'm here." He continuously comforted her.
Xia Qingqian's lips curled into a faint smile. His words, "Qingqian, don't be afraid, I'm here," were incredibly thrilling. He always had countless ways to torment her, but there were also indescribable things that moved and unsettled her.
