Don't Worry, Don't Worry

As long as Ji Ziming looked into Pei Ge's eyes, his eyes seemed to overflow with tears. The softest part of his heart was slowly warming up. There was actually such a feeling in this cold world.

It was like a flower or a dazzling star. It was like every ray of sunlight that accompanied him.

It was beside him, fine and warm, long and sweet.

The corners of Ji Ziming's lips curled up into a satisfied smile. His reaction was as though he was satisfied with the woman in his arms after getting away with something bad. His clear voice and eyes were filled with a hint of charm, yet there was a hint of sunshine gentleness in them when he looked at Pei Ge.

"When we get back to our room, I'll bring you to take a bath. Do you want a rose bath or…"

"I don't want you to bathe me when we're back in the room. I want to bathe myself."