He lowered his gaze, watching her eyes filled with gentle ripples of water, "Merry Christmas."
As his words fell, his elegantly shaped thin lips slowly curved into a clear, water-like smile.
Qin Muni lowered her eyes, no longer looking at Xu Yisen, deeply afraid that seeing his extremely tender demeanor again, she would be unable to resist wavering.
"Thank you."
Xu Yisen placed his hands on Qin Muni's shoulders, causing her to instinctively look up, perplexed, at his exquisitely drawn brows and eyes.
"Although Uncle is no longer here, as long as I am here, I will ensure your safety and prosperity."
His voice was low and alluring, yet his tone carried a suffocating seduction akin to poppies.
Qin Muni's heart couldn't help but pound violently, the rapid rhythm made her a bit flustered.
She clenched her hands hanging to one side into fists, the slight pain in her palms allowed her to stay clear-headed and not lose composure in his presence.
