Different With Your Arrival

"Qiao Yanze."

"Hm?"

A mumble. "I really hated you at that time."

As she said this, her eyes were bright with grievance and resentment.

He felt a pain in his heart. Lowering his head, he kissed her eyes gently. "It's my fault."

Then he held her in his arms and kissed her on her forehead. "I won't be like that in the future."

…

Qiao Yanze did not eat in the morning so the old butler asked the servants to prepare food and he went upstairs to ask Cen Xi and him to go down to eat.

He blushed before he even got close to the bedroom. He hurried down the stairs and told the servants not to go upstairs for the time being.

Cen Xi lay on the bed, her face turning red when she glanced at the man who was standing by the bed. As she pulled the blanket over her body, she picked up the pillow and threw it at him.