It had nothing to do with status, power, or money. It was just a look, a smile, a surge of emotion, or an accidental touch ...
It didn't need to be very vigorous, as long as it flowed slowly and flowed into the heart ...
Ye qingge's limpid eyes looked at li beixiao. She saw herself in his eyes, blushing, so shy and uneasy, but there was an unconcealed love in her heart ...
"For a lifetime, of course!"
Li Mumu replied for ye qingge.
Li Bei chuckled. The corners of his lips curved up, but it was more pleasant than a toothy smile.
"Is what our son said right?"
He lifted ye qingge's soft little hands and naturally interlocked their fingers. Such a gentle action, but it was a domineering oath.
Li beixiao's eyes were dark and warm, but they were hot. They were like a Whirlpool, sucking people in and never coming out.
"Little uncle, you ..."
Ye qingge wanted to say that she knew what it meant to answer this question.
