"Yishao," Su Ziceng sighed almost imperceptibly, feeling the cautiousness and care in the man's words as he spoke, "I know everything." This man had once treated her cruelly, but it was also he who rescued her from dire straits. She would strive to give him the happiness he desired.
"Tell me, you love me too," Hang Yishao straightened up a bit, his eyes inquiring, searching for something in the depths of Su Ziceng's eyes.
The vehicle continued to glide smoothly on the road, with no unforeseen incidents occurring. Hang Yishao's expectation of a possible interruption by Pello midway was dismissed.
"Tell me," Hang Yishao started to get playful; he pulled Su Ziceng closer, their lips touched, his tongue tingled her lips, leaving them moist and sticky.
