The boy slowly descended the stairs and collided with Ji Qingmeng, who was just about to go up.
The setting sun bathed him in a golden glow. His chestnut, slightly wavy hair fluttered in the breeze as he stared at her expressionlessly. Qingmeng, however, was transfixed by his luminous amber eyes.
"Could you move aside?" The boy chewed his gum.
He looked so cold, but Qingmeng still felt he must be a warm person. How could anyone with such gentle eyes really be cold and heartless?
No one could have imagined that Ji Boxuan, a man known for being ruthless and sparing with words, would suddenly have a weakness.
"Easy, don't be afraid of me. From now on, I'll listen to you. I won't do the things you dislike anymore. Don't be scared, okay? It's all right, it's all right." The boy had clearly just finished a group fight by the roadside and had a bruised face. Though he radiated menace, he nervously and gently coaxed the little girl in front of him.
From then on, the adorable, sweet girl always had a proud "big puppy" by her side, begging her to pat his head.
