Her eyes, watery and vast, resembled those of a small animal facing a fierce predator—there was a hint of defiance in them, anger she dared not express.
Qin Yu felt an involuntary softness in his heart, his heartbeat losing its rhythm. He could not control the palpitations deep within; his hand unconsciously caressed her cheek, his dark eyes brimming with intensity and longing.
The young girl blinked her long lashes, her eyes clouded as she nuzzled against the palm of his hand. Her soft skin, tender to the touch, nearly melted in his hands when suddenly he grasped her chin forcefully, forbidding her to move.
She opened her eyes, her large pupils filled with grievance and confusion.
Qin Yu took a deep breath, his voice hoarse, "Be good, sit still."
After speaking, he withdrew his hand and started the car.
