The red candlelight shone on "Khang's" cheeks, adding a hint of blush as if he were drunk.
Suddenly, a splash of red rushed over, the damp feeling lingering on my forehead for a long time.
He pulled back a little:
"You're not allowed to be angry, okay? If you're too angry, at most I'll let you kiss me back, how about that?"
A sly smile flashed across his face.
He still maintained that radiant smile; the question "who are you?" was once again swallowed in silence.
"Young Master, there is a sentence, I have said it many times before, but this time I still have to tell you. You must listen carefully, don't forget..."
The burning love in his eyes seemed about to erupt.
Shimmering, sparkling tears mingled with the sorrow of ages.
His hoarse voice slowly uttered a few words that struck my heart:
"I love you."
In the flawed part of my soul, the painful veins emitted a golden light.
I was in so much pain that sweat beaded on my forehead, my body trembling uncontrollably.
