"You already know the answer to that."
Tang Suiyu rubbed her cheek against his back, the question sounding even more jealous.
"Ah!" she suddenly screamed, "When did I lose the flowers Brother Bei gave me?"
She had not noticed!
"If they're lost, they're lost. If you like them, we'll go outside and I'll get you a truckload!"
"That's different! Brother Bei came to see me and brought flowers. Mr. Ye, where are your flowers?" she teasingly blew air on the back of Ye Gushen's neck.
Ye Gushen's neck tingled, "You are my flower."
"Alright! I am your flower!" Tang Suiyu sweetly kissed the back of his neck, "Even if we die here, it's worth it! No regrets meeting Uncle Ye! No regrets marrying Uncle Ye!"
Ye Gushen was initially able to cautiously observe where the bomb was hidden, but with her interruption, he just wanted to be with her, sharing tender moments.
Ye Gushen was silent for a moment; he would never allow Sui Sui and himself to die. They had to live!
