He... loves her.
Qin Yiren gently lowered her eyes, and the corners of her vermilion lips playfully curled into an adorable arc.
Even though five years of waiting had long proven that Bo Jinghang's words were not mere lip service, hearing him say it so casually still made her heart skip a beat.
Bo Jinghang gazed deeply at her slightly flushed cheeks, restraining himself from teasing her further, and took care of her during dinner, before they went upstairs to their respective rooms to rest.
He wasn't a perfect gentleman like Liu Xiahui; he simply cared about her shyness and didn't want to scare her with any impulsive actions.
Returning to the room Bo Jinghang had arranged for her, Qin Yiren looked around at the decorations and furnishings, realizing that the minimalist design in the villa in the Capital City was most likely deliberate.
