"Ah... Ze..." The words had barely left her lips before they were shattered by the impact.
The crisp scent of cedar and the cloying sweetness of roses filled the air.
Gradually, a faint blush crept into the corners of the girl's eyes.
Her pale fingertips dug deep into the man's taut back, like a drowning person clutching their last piece of driftwood...
When the crashing waves receded—
She had melted into a pool of spring water.
So pliant she seemed about to flow from the crook of his arm.
The man couldn't help but tighten his arms, pulling this fragile softness deeper into his embrace...
"Lili—"
Seeing the faint mist that clouded the girl's clear, doe-like eyes, the turbulent mix of irritation and heat surging in Sheng Tianze's chest finally softened into pure adoration.
He knew she liked this kind of madness.
But just now, driven by jealousy and envy, he had lost some control.
