"Lola, when will you give yourself to me?"

Ethan Ainsley looked at the tender, petite girl in front of him.

Her eyes were more captivating than the crescent moon, her smile so bright that it could make anyone forget their worries and feel healed. Her world, at this moment, was as pure and flawless as a piece of paper.

She seemed happy every day.

He wished she could always be this happy.

Always lightening up his heart, a joyful little princess unbothered by the mundane world.

"Give me... a gold bar?" He looked at her, his vast eyes clear as if curtains had been drawn apart.

As Lola Hussey smiled, she revealed eight neat, white teeth and nodded at him, "Um, yes, it's for you, I have many."

"And what about you?"

Her answer perplexed Lola.

She looked at Ethan Ainsley in surprise: "Me what?"

Ethan Ainsley asked her quietly: "Lola, when will you give yourself to me?"

Faced with his gaze, Lola suddenly seemed a bit flustered.