Listening to her soft pleas and feeling the warm, gentle body behind him,
Nan Yuling's anger had inexplicably subsided significantly.
A moment later, he slowly lowered his eyes and glanced at the hands she held in front of him.
His cold gaze flickered slightly...
He took a deep breath.
"Okay..." he agreed uncontrollably.
He was never a man to go soft-hearted, yet then, upon hearing her plea, his heart—with no principle whatsoever—softened.
This unprincipled version of him felt almost foreign to himself.
The woman before him, with just a soft plea, made him suddenly lose his reason, willing to agree to anything she asked!
The next moment... he suddenly turned around, pressed her against the wall, and lowered his head, intending to kiss those soft lips once more.
But just as his lips were about to touch hers, a discordant yapping of a small dog interrupted the moment.
The ball of white in his hand was restlessly struggling to break free.