Su Xiaomeng loved him very much, loved his constant display of his tenderness and grace, and even in the most intimate marriages, mutual respect is necessary.
She leaned into his embrace and turned the computer on the lazy person's table so he could see the screen.
"There aren't many grammatical issues. Can you help me check if some of the word choices are appropriate, okay?"
She slightly tilted her head up, almost touching his chin as she asked.
Yin Shixiu tightened his hold on her a bit, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead,
"Okay."
——The last moment in my life
(The Last Moment of My Life)
Yin Shixiu carefully examined the long two-thousand-word English speech. Every sentence on the screen seemed to paint a picture that stirred the blood.
"The interpretation competition has a speech segment. Although it doesn't account for much of the score, I'd like to use this piece. What do you think?"
At this moment, Su Xiaomeng had no idea...
