She didn't know what to do, nor how to respond. She only knew that her heart was falling, bit by bit, into the arms of this domineering yet gentle man, unable to extricate herself.
After a long time, Song Zhe slowly let her go, her sweet scent still lingering between his lips and teeth. However, his hands were still tightly gripping Chen Xiaoru's slender waist, as if he was afraid that she would disappear like a gust of wind.
He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, his hot breath spraying on her face, his voice low and hoarse, with a bewitching power:
"Xiao Ru, listen to me. I don't care who you were or where you came from. I only know that you are now my woman, Song Zhe. You are the treasure I will protect for the rest of my life. I will take care of everything. I will let everyone know that you are my wife, Song Zhe's, and my only wife."
His eyes were firm and persistent, like a burning flame, ready to burn away all her worries and anxieties.
Chen Xiaoru's heart felt like it had been hit hard by something, a sour, painful, and a hint of sweetness. She raised her head, looked at his handsome face, looked at his deep eyes, and was stunned for a moment.
"But……"
She wanted to say something, but he gently pressed his finger against her lips.
"No buts."
His voice was gentle but firm. "Xiaoru, believe me. I will give you a home, a warm and happy home."
His eyes were as gentle as a pool of spring water, surrounding her tightly and leaving her nowhere to escape.
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