Yan Xinxin looked at him, her large eyes misted with water, gazing at him intently.
"Yan Xinxin, I love you."
She opened her lips.
"Yuan, Brother Xi loves you."
Yan Xinxin seriously parted her lips—it was just these two sentences.
"Before, when watching TV dramas and idol dramas, I always felt these three words were shallow, and I couldn't understand the emotional impact or where the joy was. But now I know."
Now I know.
"I love you"—these three words are so captivating, so melodious.
If these three words come out of his mouth, then they're like a heavenly melody.
"Yan Xinxin, I love you."
"Yuan, Brother Xi loves you."
Yan Xinxin naturally closed her eyes, responding to his tenderness.
The taste of each other blended together, their breaths mingling—they were sweet and also joyous.
Mo Chuxi took off the cat-ear toy on his head and put it on Yan Xinxin's head.
She opened her misty, beautiful eyes, meeting his mesmerizing gaze.
"I don't want to be a little kitty."
