Ah Da's voice was muffled as she buried her face into his chest, smelling the cool fragrance on his body, her eyes slightly moist.
She felt a strange emotion in her heart, thinking about Qin Yu liking other girls, or kissing them, hugging them, fishing with them, dining with them—she couldn't accept any of it. Just the thought made her sad, so sad that she felt like crying.
"Don't like someone else, okay?"
The little girl looked up, her clear, black-and-white eyes brimming, like two springs under the night sky.
Her face, as white as snow and jade, was pitiable. From between her brows flowed a look of fragility and pleading, her voice timid like a kitten about to be abandoned, breaking one's heart.
Qin Yu suppressed the impulse to hug her tightly, pinched her small chin, and his cool voice became hoarse, "Why don't you want me to like someone else?"
The corridor was empty, so quiet one could clearly hear their overlapping heartbeats.
