As he slowly bent over, a wave of heat emanating from him sprayed directly onto An Yue's face, turning her cheeks even redder, like they were covered with a layer of rouge, enchanting and dizzying.
An Yue stopped speaking, biting her lip lightly, inexplicably feeling a bit parched.
Dang Yang bent down, one hand bracing on the sofa, while the other gently lifted An Yue's chin.
An Yue bit her lip and glared at Dang Yang in shame and anger... This scoundrel, he actually learned to lift people's chins. This scoundrel, where did he learn that from?
So young and already up to no good.
Dang Yang looked at An Yue's flushed, pretty face. He whispered softly, "The greatest thing I want to accomplish in this life is you."
The warmth of his words sprayed onto An Yue's face, making her already flushed cheeks even redder. Her big eyes stared at Dang Yang, wanting to scold him but unable to utter a word.
