Lu Zhao looked at Luo Ying's smile. He reached out, lifted Luo Ying's chin, and kissed her. It was a long and gentle kiss.
Luo Ying was dazed by Lu Zhao's sudden kiss.
But one thing was for sure—Lu Zhao was jealous.
"Are you jealous?" Luo Ying said with a smile.
Lu Zhao hugged her tightly and didn't answer. Even so, his actions said it all.
"I know. It's okay. You're much more handsome than him in my heart," Luo Ying said while holding back her laughter.
Lu Zhao was quite cute when he was jealous.
Lu Zhao hugged her even tighter. "I don't know why, but I'm always afraid that you'll leave me. I'm afraid that you'll suddenly become a different person one day and ignore me."
"I won't, don't worry." Luo Ying's heartstrings were inexplicably tugged at by Lu Zhao's expression. This man's love for her was deeper than she had imagined.
"I won't leave you, don't worry. I promise I will always love you," said Luo Ying.
