"Don't cry." He couldn't stand to see her cry. When the little girl cried, it felt as if his heart was being pierced.
Hearing the softer tone in Ye Gushen's voice, she couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto her lips. At this rate, she would soon have him wrapped around her finger!
The jerk! Making her go through military training and even write a self-reflection!
She had never been wronged like this before!
"Aren't you going to let go of me?"
He really didn't want to let go. The little girl was soft and delicate, and she had a faint fragrance about her. Holding her was incredibly comfortable!
Tang Suiyu felt like she was about to melt in his embrace, surrounded by his masculine scent. Her cheek was pressed against Ye Gushen's strong, rhythmic heartbeat.
If he kept holding her like this, was something going to happen?
"Uncle Ye..." she whispered softly, "I'm hungry..."
Ye Gushen stroked her hair, "Shall we go to the canteen?"
