Seeing that he was reluctant to say more, Ai Lun blinked and then remained silent. After all, his mother was still waiting outside. She didn't have the charm to bewitch men, so it was best not to cling to him and risk offending him even more.
As he turned to leave, she pondered for a moment and added another sentence.
"I'm going to sleep now. Also, I'm not scared anymore. See you tomorrow, goodnight!"
"Uh-huh!"
Iron Hand was still monosyllabic, as always.
With that, he strode away.
Ai Lun tilted her head and stealthily glanced at his tense profile, feeling slightly intoxicated by the softness in her heart. Although Iron Hand wasn't as beautiful and exquisite as those handsome men, his resilient features deeply sketched out a unique masculine charm.
Yep, that was the very essence of Iron Hand she liked.
How wonderful would it be to wake up every day and see such a face?
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