Chi Zaozao couldn't deny that she loved listening to Ye Que's sweet words.
No matter when it was, she always felt that Ye Que's words were sincere.
Every time she heard them, her heart felt warm.
She squinted her eyes and weakly stared at him, asking, "Do you love me?"
Ye Que pursed his lips, staring at her, remained silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "What do you think?"
"Do you love me or not?"
"I love you." He said with firm conviction, reached out to pinch her pale little face, his tone gentle: "How could I not love you?"
Ye Que mused in his heart that women just like to ask these superficial questions.
Love or not, wasn't his expression clear enough?
"Do you regret being with me?" Chi Zaozao pressed on relentlessly.
However, she was also safeguarding herself.
If it wasn't made clear, she would always remember the words Ye Que said before, she would always suspect that this man didn't love her at all.
Never thought about her.
