The corners of the man's mouth curved slightly, rippling with a trace of indulgent affection as he looked down at the application forms on the desk.
It was the application form of the little woman he cherished dearly. Her ID photo was stunning—dressed in a red plaid shirt, her hair casually tied up in a half-bun. Under the sunlight glinting on the tips of her hair, it gleamed with healthy luster while exuding a soft, lazy charm. She looked pure and adorable.
Her exquisite, delicate face radiated a natural porcelain fairness, as if illuminated by its own light. Her youthful skin exuded collagen unique to her age. Her petite lips, like cherry blossoms, carried a faint pink hue, full of vitality with a subtle smile, resembling a perfectly ripened peach at the peak of its season—the very image of what he adored most.
"Specialty: dancing... Good. Flexible. Protecting you is just one of the reasons."
