Translator: Pika

  Her sweet voice felt like a cat playfully scratching at his heart. He looked at the blushing woman on the bed, and it made his throat go dry. He remarked hoarsely, “Actually…… I am a gentleman.”


  Qiao Xueying would have usually gotten mad upon hearing those words, but she ignored his words entirely. She continued grabbing his hand tightly and said, “Don’t leave me. I’m afraid……”


  “Yes, I won’t leave your side.” Zu An took a seat by the side and tidied ..