"..." Bei Yiyi's head suddenly tilted back. Her long lashes trembled intensely.
Why does he always have to show such concern, such care for her when he's in front of her?!
This Wu Yao always causes her heart, which she had managed to harden, to lose itself to him once more.
"Mr. Wu, do you care about every woman like this?!"
"No, you're the first woman I've wanted to care about, and I can't help but care about you." Wu Yao fixed his gaze on her, those dark eyes carrying an intense warmth in the dark of night, seemingly able to iron into her heart, "Yiyi, I like you, I like you so much I can't help but think about you. During meals, I think of you, during meetings, I think of you, when I sleep, I think of you, and even... in my dreams, it's all you... Yiyi, tell me, just how can I control this heart of mine from loving you?!"
Wu Yao grasped her boneless-like hand and pressed it against his chest.
