"Once you've told me, naturally other men won't have a chance to court you. Who else do you like?" Huo Jincheng seemed a bit resentful. It seemed he needed to understand Lu Xingzhi even better.
"There aren't any others I particularly like. I like Alva and the superstar Qiao Yichen, but that's it. The others are okay, but none are true favorites," Lu Xingzhi said.
Huo Jincheng got even more jealous, "I thought I was the only one you adored. I didn't expect you to have such a roving heart, liking so many."
"I don't have a roving heart. I love you. My feelings for them are only admiration." Mrs. Huo was unhappy; she felt wronged.
It was still her husband.
"Then say it to me once," Huo Jincheng requested.
"Say what?"
"Say you love me."
Lu Xingzhi thought he was being a bit childish but still obliged him, "I love you."
"No way, it's too insincere. There's not a bit of emotion. Try again." Huo Jincheng was not satisfied with this 'I love you.'
