He pulled the book from her hands, lifted her chin with his finger, making her look into his eyes.
"I will reward the chef who cooked today, he did a splendid job. From now on, let him cook for you, what do you think?"
"Whatever you want is fine." Lin Xinlan's voice was still indifferent.
"Xinlan, I know you've been unhappy lately, and that's because you're unwilling to forgive yourself. Try to open your heart, let everything go, and get along with me, will you? I promise, you'll be happier and more joyful than before."
Lin Xinlan blinked but said nothing.
Qiao Yiyang's gaze began to turn intense. Seeing her face, his heart and mind couldn't stay calm.
The more she rejected him, the deeper he seemed to fall.
Slightly lifting her delicate chin, he slowly leaned down, his gaze darkening as he looked at her rosy lips.
Lin Xinlan didn't move; he felt a surge of joy, thinking she wasn't rejecting him. In a moment of impulse, he leaned in for a kiss, but a book blocked him.
