Her body was held tightly, and as Lin Qian looked up, she saw Yin Moran's handsome jaw.
At that moment, he embraced her fervently, his piercing gaze sweeping over the children who were striding away, his aura icy and cold.
Such a warm embrace!
Such a man with a sense of security!
In fact, she should have set boundaries with him, because she was not from the same world as him.
Yet, her heart slowly sank into him.
Yin Moran's distant gaze returned, and his eyes fell down.
The woman in his arms was quietly looking at him, her pretty face briefly revealing an obvious sadness.
Sadness?
Was it because of what happened at the banquet?
With him here, what did she have to worry about?
A softness flickered through Yin Moran's dark eyes.
He wrapped one hand around her slender waist, lifted her chin with the other, his gaze landing on her bright red lips, and without hesitation, he leaned down to do what he had wanted to do for so long.
With that, would she no longer worry?