From the little Little Bean he could hold up with one hand when they first met, to the unruly little rebel he had not seen in years, and finally to the breathtaking beauty she had grown into ten thousand years later.
Hua Zhen had seen Liang Bing at every stage of her life. It would not be an exaggeration to say he had watched her grow up. He had always treated this girl as a younger sister who needed his care and protection, giving her whatever she wanted and spoiling her endlessly.
Yet, during the time she had spent at the Great Attractor, his mindset of always seeing her as a little sister had quietly begun to change.
With a peerless beauty like Liang Bing teasing him verbally and touching him physically every day, how many men could truly remain unmoved? Not even saints could manage that, much less a man like Hua Zhen, whose body and mind were both perfectly normal.
Liang Bing was usually lively and mischievous, but whenever she encountered something that interested her, she would devote tremendous focus and passion to it. At such times, she was undoubtedly intellectual and captivating.
Having such a beauty by his side during dull and tedious research work was naturally a pleasure, but was that really the case?
Ever since she had publicly marked Hua Zhen as her own, Liang Bing's way of interacting with him had become utterly uninhibited. Bold, straightforward, and unpretentious—she liked him, so did he like her? That was simply her personality.
Hua Zhen, on the other hand, was the opposite. He had far too many concerns. The first was the abrupt shift in how he saw Liang Bing, from a younger sister to a woman, which had bred faint traces of guilt within him.
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