In the full-length mirror not far from them, their bodies embraced together were reflected.
Long Xiliang reached out and tucked the hair falling on Lu Xiaoyou's cheek behind her ear, leaving only a few fine strands on her cherry pink-tinted cheek.
She slightly raised her head, enduring the man's kiss.
Long Xiliang held her hand, placing her right hand on his left chest.
He wanted Lu Xiaoyou to listen carefully, to hear his heartbeat!
He wanted Lu Xiaoyou to feel the scars left by the gunshot wound on his chest.
Everything he did was to remove all the obstacles standing in their way!
Yet this emotionally indifferent woman chose not to believe his words.
She not only didn't believe Long Xiliang; she didn't believe she could become his wife!
The man lifted his head, his deep eyes like the empty Universe, those eyes seemed to suck the soul out of a person.
Lu Xiaoyou faintly felt that Long Xiliang, with such an expression, had returned to his former kingly demeanor.
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