Feeling a bit uneasy under Zhuo Yihan's intense gaze, Camille pursed her lips and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Camille, you look beautiful today!" Zhuo Yihan reached out and caressed Camille's cheek.
"..." Camille, a passionate and generous girl, blushed despite the compliment from the man she liked. Her face turned slightly red, and her heart was filled with sweetness. The smile on her lips revealed the happiness she felt inside at this moment.
"Camille, in the future, I want to be the only one who sees you like this." Zhuo Yihan gently touched Camille's veil, slowly bringing his lips closer to place a gentle kiss on her cherry lips.
Camille's heart beat rapidly. It's true that women in love have their intelligence reduced to a negative number. When Zhuo Yihan spoke, Camille just nodded and said, "Mm!"
Her face like a peach blossom, the perfect and delicate features of the woman, all conveyed the allure of someone who almost became a bride.
