She never cared about Xiao Chen, naturally, she wouldn't consider how he felt, but now she couldn't fall out with Xiao Chen; she still needed him.
Ling Yunshu took a deep breath, the hand she had raised slowly dropped, landing on his shoulder. Her other hand also rose, and both hands directly wrapped around Xiao Chen's neck. She stood on tiptoe, kissed Xiao Chen with her red lips, and forced a smile on her face, "I'm sorry, I lost control just now."
Xiao Chen looked at her intently, but a trace of sorrow slowly overflowed in his eyes. He wasn't afraid of Ling Yunshu throwing a tantrum, cursing, or even getting physical with him, but he feared her being like this.
A gentle land is a hero's grave.
Her gentleness was always a toxic trap, and he, knowing it was a deadly poison, drank it willingly and without regret.
