When Qiao Xu heard his words, she looked at him sideways, and just at that moment, he also turned his head to look at her. Their gazes met perfectly.
In those deep, dark pupils, undisguised deep affection was seeping through, making it difficult for Qiao Xu to ignore.
Lu Moqing raised his hand, gently stroking her cheek with his fingertips, slowly tracing over every contour of her facial features, his gaze turning even gentler.
"Thankfully, I found you again. In this lifetime, I must never let you slip away."
He gently lifted her chin and bent down to slowly give her a kiss.
Compared to their past few passionate and wild kisses, this time it was incredibly delicate, carrying a hint of careful consideration and comfort.
It was a taste of gratitude, infused with devotion, that Qiao Xu found in his kiss.
Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily as he kissed her, and she couldn't help but hold onto his shoulders, gradually starting to respond to him bit by bit.
