The words I love you rang out in Zhou Yao's ears. He was awake for a while before he was in pain. His body was in pain, but his heart hurt even more…
"Wi…fe…" He called out for her in a hoarse and painful voice.
Leng Zhiyuan used both of her hands to hug his neck. She went on her tiptoes and kissed his thin lips.
Both of them had the taste of blood in their mouth. The hot tears flowing down Leng Zhiyuan's eyes were flowing into their mouths. There was a bitterness that was hard to express, but she hugged him tight and did not want to let go of him.
For that moment that she kissed him, Zhou Yao froze completely. His handsome eyebrows were tightly knitted into a frown with three lines running across his forehead. The fragrance in his lips made his entire body freeze, and this was a feeling that hit the back of his head before it quickly brushed down his lower body.
