"What a silly girl."
Leaning down to plant a doting kiss on her forehead, Chu Xinian gazed at her tenderly and said, "Whatever you truly want to do, no matter what it is, I'll support you."
"Mm..."
Qin Yiren bit her willful lips, unable to hold back the urge to smile.
How strange.
She had been doubting her abilities just moments ago, but now an endless courage welled up within her.
She lifted her gaze, eyes shimmering with brilliance. As her gaze fell upon him, she paused momentarily.
Chu Xinian, with his tall and broad stature, had wrapped himself awkwardly in her bath towel. His chest and shoulders bore faint traces of her panicked, unintended scratches from earlier.
"What are you looking at?" Chu Xinian raised a brow, letting her gaze trail over him. His smile instantly grew layered with suggestive ambiguity. "Little wildcat, is it time to trim your nails?"
