Qiao An's eyes overflowed with amusement when she saw Xing Chen's jealous expression. She leaned her head gently against his folded legs and murmured softly, "Brother Xing Chen, look at me. I'm so beautiful, so smart, and so understanding. Of course, there will be many men who like me. However, don't worry. You're the only one in my eyes and heart."
Xing Chen could not withstand her sweet words.
His slender fingers slowly stroked her hair with some uncertainty. "An'an, why do you only like me? What's so good about me?"
As Qiao An looked up at him with an innocent expression, her eyes were filled with gentleness. "Because you're the man who will make me smile."
Xing Chen pursed his lips. Although Qiao An's words were emotional, Xing Chen understood their deeper meaning.
