It was wrong to say that Lu Yi was not a smooth-talker as he was speaking so well right now. Besides, his words were completely genuine and came from the bottom of his heart. Albeit unrefined and awkward, his sincere speech was cherished.
"My husband has such sweet tongue," Yan Huan pulled Lu Yi closer and pecked him on his cheek, "Here's a reward for you."
Lu Yi raised his brows. Am I being sweet? I don't think so. Lu Yi was never good with words. He was merely being honest with his thoughts.
"Come on. Let's go home."
With his notebook in one hand, Lu Yi tightly clasped Yan Huan's delicate hand with his other hand, as though he refused to ever let go of her.
We will walk hand in hand.
Till death do us part.
