Ye Che's kiss was both intense and delicate, wandering and lingering, capturing every last breath of Xia Weiyi. When he saw the soft blush rising on the little girl's face beneath him, he finally loosened his hold on her.
"Foolish girl, why run away when you see Alice? I love seeing you act so possessive and wild, like a fierce little creature. That spirited, haughty side of you—that's what makes you my treasure, doesn't it?"
"But—" Xia Weiyi wanted to say, "I just don't want to cause trouble for you, offending Count Aberji."
Yet Ye Che seemed to read her thoughts. He reached out and gently pressed a finger to her lips, making a quieting gesture.
"Yiyi, you need to understand: investigating my grandfather's death is important to me, but compared to you, even the most important things are insignificant."
"So, my treasure, trust me. I won't let you suffer even the tiniest bit of grievance, alright?"
