"With your ravishing beauty and enchanting charm, how could I not like you?"
Ye Luo revealed a sly smile at the corner of his mouth as he propped up Yan Ling's delicate, rounded chin with one hand.
"Hmph, men! Always sweet-talking, spouting lines carelessly—none can be trusted, and you're no exception!"
Yan Ling huffed, her eyes glaring fiercely at Ye Luo.
"I won't deny that men use sweet words and smooth talk, but isn't that what you women have indulged us in? If you didn't like to hear them, men wouldn't say them. Besides, I am a man of my word, my spit could seal a hole."
Ye Luo curled his lips and said, "Now that you've become my woman, I will treat you as a part of my own heart. Although I may not be able to give you a complete love, I will definitely give you the best happiness and ensure that you never suffer any grievances for the rest of your life."
