C452 Washing Hands to Make Soup

After getting the answer he wanted, Xiao Zhen sighed and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

"Why are you so naive? What if I were to deceive you?"

It had been a long time since Xiao Zhen felt such unwavering trust from someone. Even when he first met Nan Yanwu, there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes, though he had used some tactics to win her over.

He sighed deeply