"Really..." Ziyi was afraid he wouldn't believe her, and opened her eyes again, looking at him pitifully, "I really don't feel well... Uncle Xiaobao, please don't leave..."
Pei Yuanchen heard this, and his chest throbbed with pain once more.
His heart seemed to be filled again with that complex and overwhelming emotion, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
He felt as if he were standing at the edge of a cliff.
On one side was his crumbling rationality, and on the other was this woman's sweet and affectionate smile.
He pressed his lips tightly together.
Pei Yuanchen was acutely aware that his self-control was increasingly slipping when facing her.
This woman seemed to be born knowing how to seduce a man.
Her every smile and frown, even her subtle movements, unintentionally made him feel parched.
Moreover, she gradually understood the kind of influence she had on him.
She was quite pleased with herself.
