In my heart, you are the most wonderful.

Wen Ran said those words just as Aston pulled into the villa. Mo Xiuchen simply smiled gently without replying until he parked the car in the garage and unbuckled his seatbelt. He turned to look at the woman in the passenger seat with her delicate eyebrows and beautiful eyes, feeling a softness welling up inside him as he whispered,

"It's not that Zhou Lin is pitiable, it's that my Ranran is too kind-hearted."

"Mo Xiuchen, I'm not as kind-hearted as you think." Wen Ran's heartbeat skipped a beat at his use of "my Ranran."

She was finding it increasingly difficult to resist him.

This man could make her heart as sweet as honey with just a simple phrase. The word "Ranran" rolled off his tongue and passed through his lips, carrying an unintentional hint of tender affection.

It felt as if an invisible hand had caressed her heart, filling it with happiness.