Before she had time to think it through, the man's arm tightened around her, and his voice was husky with alluring seduction, "Wife, if you don't open your eyes, are you waiting for a kiss from your husband?"
Mo Yan was startled, terrified that he really would lean in to kiss her and then things would spiral out of control like a bubbling fermenting mess. She quickly opened her eyes wide.
Looking into those bright, clear eyes, Xiao Ruiyuan suddenly remembered a young deer he had once hunted. At the time, the young deer, led by a panicked adult deer, was dodging his arrows.
Back then, he had no compassion, but as his arrow was about to leave the bow, the young deer's clear gaze struck a chord in his heart, and he ended up missing his shot.
Somehow, he suddenly lost the desire to hunt, letting the mother and child escape from his clutches. Today, seeing his wife's identical gaze, he finally understood why:
Who could bear to be hard-hearted in the face of such eyes?