He reached out and pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse. "It hurts, my love. Actually, you can be a little more willful, a little more spoiled. It's okay."
Wei Anning leaned against his chest, breathing in the reassuring masculine scent on him. She slowly curved her lips into a smile. "No, I don't want to be a rose with thorns. I want to be a gentle flower that understands your heart."
"Leng Youchen, do you know? Being able to participate in this design, even if it's just doing odd jobs and errands, makes me feel needed. So before the bidding, I won't give up."
"By the way, later when we get back, I'll show you my design. Even Designer Zhang said I've improved, you know."
Leng Youchen patted her head gently, then held her hand as they walked out of the elevator. The car was parked outside. Leng Youchen helped her into the car, and Wei Anning took out her design draft and handed it to him. "Look, this is my design."
