Song Chixian's simple words were like a relief agent for Ye Minglang.

For some reason, Ye Minglang seemed to gradually rely on the sense of security brought to her by this strange and somewhat familiar man.

I trust you.

No matter who says this sentence, it has a different taste.

The words that Song Chixian blurted out made Ye Minglang's inner darkness disappear in an instant.

The initial fear and shrinkage seemed to be gone!

There have always been few people around her who really like her and want to protect her. She does not trust her family, does not trust all the people who ignore her who live under the same roof with her, nor does she trust the passers-by she meets in her daily life, or her peers who can occasionally chat and laugh.

She was always afraid of something. She was afraid of being hurt, misunderstood, and expelled from any circle. Over time, her heart had long been paralyzed, as if she had been infected with some psychedelic poison. She tightly grabbed her chest and refused to let go, making her heart unable to live as fresh as her age. She could only hide in the darkness and pray silently, begging God to give her a chance to be redeemed...

Even if this opportunity is slim and even very few, it will not be possible to live.

But it did appear before her eyes.

A bright light gradually flashed in Ye Minglang's eyes, and she seemed to see hope.

Perhaps, it is the man in front of her.

Ye Minglang's heart, covered with clouds, ushered in the long-lost sunshine. Her eyes as she looked at the man became wet, moist and clear, as if she was praying for something, full of hope and desire.

She said, "Thank you."

At this moment, Song Chixian wanted to immediately hold Ye Minglang in his arms and give her the long-tolerated, passionate embrace and kiss, but he still felt that it was too early.

Because, if he is too impulsive, he might scare the girl.

However, no matter how careful he was, he could not stand the girl's affectionate eyes at this moment.

Song Chixian pulled himself closer to Ye Minglang, leaving no gap. He stroked Ye Minglang's show, with his waving eyes as waving as water. Before he knew it, he hugged Ye Minglang in his arms.

Surrounded by the man's broad mind, Ye Minglang did not feel uncomfortable because of this, but instead became more obedient.

The wind blew the branches, and the falling leaves flew between the two, and their faces were burned by the affection of the two people, and they never dared to break into that quiet area again.

Immediately afterwards, Song Chi-hyun lowered his head and carved his own mark on the girl's forehead.

This scene seemed eternal, staying in a moment, mixed with a little joke, but it was tender and sweet.

Perhaps, this is really a tease by God of Love.

In the night, Song Chixian drove the phantom and sent Ye Minglang back to Lin Liya's residence. Ye Minglang watched Song Chixian leave with deep reluctance in his eyes.

When the phantom completely disappeared in front of her, she even stayed for a few more minutes to recall all the beauty of her life today.

There was a voice in her heart gasping silently, constantly telling her:

I want to keep this moment of beauty.

I want this scene to be long-lasting.

Even, she seemed to want to do this for that person, not wanting to be so slutty again, or she wanted to work hard and treat what will happen tomorrow more positively. If so, she could be worthy of the man's protection for her...

Isn't it?

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Chapter completed!