Lian Xinying of course knew, she just wanted to hear him say it out loud.
"Yan Ye, you're really good to me." After a sweet smile, Lian Xinying buried herself into Yan Ye's embrace.
Once in his arms, a sly sparkle flashed across Lian Xinying's eyes.
"Silly, you're only realizing this now?" Yan Ye wore a solemn expression, which made him appear especially affectionate.
In fact, no matter how many unhappy things had happened in the past, Yan Ye would never hold them against her afterwards.
It might be because Lian Xinying was not yet of age when she burst into his world.
Her immaturity, her wilfulness, he had seen it all, and in his heart, he had always treated her like a child.
Whenever she made him unhappy, Yan Ye would chant silently in his mind: I love her, I love her, I love her, I'll indulge her, indulge her, indulge her!
"Um, the red envelope, is there one for me?" Lian Xinying asked with a downcast head, wearing a sneaky expression of joy.
