Anya's Courage

  Her red lips parted slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to retort, but Ye Chen's index finger covered her lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, "Miss Cheng, isn't it a bit too late for explanations now?"

  His smile is of a very clean kind.

  Unlike his usual coldness, nor like the chill of calculating people, for a moment, Cheng Anya couldn't grasp what attitude he was taking.

  "Ye Zong, your self-love has reached a new level again!" Cheng Anya smiled.

  Do you like Ye Chen?

  Maybe he was a little special to her because this man had a face that looked very much like her son's.

  Ning Ning is everything to Cheng An Ya, and she won't let anyone who bullies Ning Ning off.

  Love the house and the crow, seeing Ye Chen being bullied, she naturally thought of her son being bullied, this impulse made her protect Ye Chen.

  But looking at Ye Chen who was standing tall and proud, she couldn't express this soft feeling of hers.

  Self-esteem, everyone has it.

  In her heart, there has always been a line that others are not allowed to cross.

  He leaned in too close, his heartbeat just an inch away from hers, yet their worlds were so far apart.

  A thousand miles apart.

  Just as he thought of taking a step back, his waist was caught from behind. Ye Chen's heavy eyelids slid over with a hint of a smile, "Want to escape?"

  The man's arm was wrapped around her, his strength overwhelming, holding her tightly in his embrace, unable to move. The breath that belonged to Ye Chen spread out like a stormy rain, rolling in and covering the sky with a boundless red tide.

  My mind is like a deer struck by an arrow, and my thoughts are dull and slow.

  Ye San's coercive means have a consistent charm.

  Cheng Anya's heart was annoyed, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Ye San Shao's face with a hint of a smile, as if he had confirmed that Cheng Anya really liked him. He felt somewhat pleased, somewhat proud, and also hid his excitement.

  She calmed down and her rationality slowly returned.

  Tearing off her usual disguise, Cheng Anya's eyebrows were calm and quiet, her eyes firm. She raised a smile more confident than Ye Chen's, "Ye San Shao, do you like me?"

  Ye Chen was taken aback, her slender eyes narrowing slightly.

  What's so funny about liking her?