I love your usual cold looks, but also how you immediately turn loyal when I stroke your hair. I love you, I love you, I love you so much.
Hearing these words, Di Mingjue's eyes deepened, burning fervently on her face.
The cute little face in his arms always seems so vibrant and youthful. Just seeing it makes him feel utterly smitten.
"I love you too, stinky gourd." He murmured, eyes closed, planting a deep kiss on Gu Qibao's lips.
His strong arms held her tightly against him. Such immense love. It was never enough. It was as if he was intoxicated by her, a deep poison without cure.
Gu Qibao was pretty moved. Their world was so beautiful. A single kiss could evoke desires for an eternal love.
"Baby..." Di Mingjue, locked in the rhythm of their kisses pleaded, "Should we have a child?"
"Huh?" Gu Qibao's thoughts were a bit blurry, but his question abruptly cleared her mind. Her heart pulsed heavily like it had been struck, suddenly feeling weightless and pounding ferociously.
