Rong Yan smiled and lowered her head to touch Liancheng Yazhi's chin with her forehead.
"On the account that you said you wanted to sing better, I'll reluctantly let you off," she said.
"Thank you, Madam, for your magnanimity," Liancheng Yazhi said, following his lead.
Rong Yan lifted her chin,"I'm already very magnanimous, unlike you, Yingluo."
Liancheng Yazhi held her waist and said,'isn't it good to look like me? A jealous man loves his wife. You don't want me to love you?"
Rong Yanye glared at him. don't confuse the concept. I didn't mean it that way.
Liancheng Yazhi's fingers gently pressed on Rong Yan's back. His finger technique was skilled and the position of the pressure was precise, making Rong Yan feel especially comfortable.
He asked Rong Yan,"then what do you mean?" Do you want me to love you or not?"
Rong Yan immediately reached out and pinched his face. "How dare you not love me?"
