"Qiaoqiao, I can give in to you and go along with you for anything. However, only this matter is absolutely out of the question. You are mine, mine, and I won't allow you to leave me." His pair of phoenix eyes dyed in ink were enshrouded in a dense profoundness. It seemed as if there were endless whirlpools rotating among the two pitch-black lotus fires that were leaping up from the bottom of his eyes.
All at once, Qiao Mu watched him blankly, spellbound as she stared at his eyes. She touched his face with her small hand and murmured, "Mo Lian, in your eyes…"
Right now, however, Mo Lian refused to hear the little fellow saying things like "forget it" and "let's part" with her stoic expression.
He didn't wish for her heart that was firmly confined inside layers of ice to once again shrink back into itself bit by bit.
