No matter how restless or impatient Xiao Yi felt, he dared not show the slightest bit in front of Jing.
He feared scaring her off and even more feared becoming that kind of overly eager man in her eyes.
Yet, only heaven knew that only in front of her did his self-control keep waning, ultimately admitting that a man has no self-control before the woman he loves.
It was merely because he adored her and wished to respect her that he forcibly suppressed himself, hoping to move forward at her pace, step by step, slowly.
Even though the carriage was still engulfed in a faintly ambiguous and dreamy atmosphere, Xiao Yi sat back upright and was about to return to his seat opposite hers.
