"Yishao," Su Ziceng sighed ever so slightly, feeling the caution and care in the man's words as he spoke, "I know it all." This man, who had once treated her cruelly, was also the one who rescued her from dire straits. She would try hard to give him the happiness he desired.
"Tell me, you love me too," Hang Yishao sat up straighter, his eyes inquisitive as they searched for something in Su Ziceng's gaze.
The vehicle was still smoothly traveling along the road, and nothing unexpected had occurred. Hang Yishao's anticipation of an unlikely interruption from Pello was dissipated.
"Tell me," Hang Yishao capriciously pulled Su Ziceng closer, his lips touching hers, leaving a moist trail as his tongue grazed her lips.
