The room light was dim, only a small yellow table lamp was on. Long Tianjiao sat on the edge of the bed, her nerves fraying as he approached.
Liang He bent down to kiss her as he came to her side, and the two of them fell onto the bed in a heated passion, like dry tinder meeting a spark.
Compared to Long Yubei and Shen Congmo, Liang He was definitely the one dragging his feet the most.
Having been in the entertainment circle for so long, there had been too many women throwing themselves at him.
In the entertainment industry, top male actors like Liang He were few and far between.
His attitude toward marriage had always been: it's best to have a woman he likes, but if not, then find one with matching family status.
Having been brought up in a wealthy household, he was all too aware of the importance of family compatibility, whether on a soulful level or material level, at least one had to match.
Now, he felt lucky because he had both.
