"Sweetheart, I can't help it. The moment I think that you are talking about someone else, being protective of them and taking their side, I just feel jealous," Rong Yixuan said honestly. "And, on top of that, this person gets to be your so-called fiancé."
"But that's just in name," Su Yanruo explained. "He might be my fiancé now, but he will not be in the future. You are the man I love, not him."
"I know," Rong Yixuan muttered, pulled her closer, and kissed her lips.
Su Yanruo kissed him back, declaring her love and showing that she only loved him. There was no place for any other person in her heart or her life. The kiss was slow but deep, their unhurried tongues caressing each other. His hands moved all over her dainty waist and her sexy back while remembering to be careful around her wound. She let out a few small sighs of contentment as his hands moved all over her body, igniting all the places he touched.
