C305 The Last Gentle

His strong fingers gripped hers, making Ye Hen feel weak, or perhaps it was because she loved this trace of gentleness that she did not struggle free.

His gentle voice was like a lullaby, his deep voice intoxicating her. It was undeniable that she was so infatuated with him.

No matter where one looked at him, this man was extremely outstanding. However, he was too outstanding