Huang Weiwei looked at him and thought sweetly, "No matter how high your IQ is, as long as you are in love, you will become a fool."
She had finally managed to pluck the hard-to-reach Ji Zixuan.
Under Huang Weiwei's gentle gaze, Ji Zixuan deliberated before saying, "I've never been good at expressing my feelings since I was young. In terms of relationships, I had always been slow. If not for today's incident, I might not have realized that I like you."
He lowered his head, his voice gentle yet powerful.
"To be honest, when the knife stabbed at you, I didn't have any time to think. I subconsciously rushed over. I'm not a great person. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be like this at all. In this world, other than my family, you are the only one who can make me yield."
His words were calm, but Huang Weiwei's eyes reddened.
He wasn't a romantic person. He was even somewhat pragmatic.
