As the conversation reached this point, Qin Yiren hesitated, lightly biting her lower lip. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, her pupils shimmering with a watery glow, inadvertently tugging at one's heartstrings.
In that instant, Chu Xinian saw his reflection in her pupils and could clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat accelerating.
How many more ways did she have to make his heart race?
His dark pupils dimmed for a moment, and he resigned to his fate, leaning in slightly and reaching out to retrieve the rebellious button, placing it gently into her palm.
Before Qin Yiren could react, the man kissed her lips with the same motion, his voice gravelly and hoarse: "Not just this button—whatever you want, I will give it to you."
Such promises were indulgent to the extreme.
Qin Yiren's heartbeat grew erratic. She slowly curled her fingers around the button and carefully raised her eyes to meet his gaze, which was brimming with amusement.
