"Damn! So, I really brought this on myself!" Handsome B grabbed Ye Shu's arm, "Little Village Flower, actually, I did it because I had no choice. During those years when you disappeared, the accumulating longing suffocated me, I—"
"Enough, Handsome B, stop it." Ye Shu smiled at him, "Is my smile pretty?"
Sheng Shuai stared at Ye Shu without blinking. He had long wanted to take a good, careful look at her, this woman who had taken root in his heart, the woman who trapped him in an inextricable love.
At this moment, she was exactly as he imagined: tender, beautiful, especially that sweet smile, which could directly melt into his heart, so sweet that he almost couldn't resist the urge to kiss her.
"Beautiful!" After saying this, he smiled and lowered his head. The Little Village Flower was both his joy and his sorrow. Without her news, he felt worse than death. Yet, when she appeared in front of him so perfectly, he felt stifled to death.
