Xiao Moli reached out, embracing her from behind, his heated chest pressed against her smooth back, and murmured in her ear, "Fool, I didn't go see Bai Xinxin that day."
Some of the sorrow and heaviness that An Ziqi had been suppressing in her heart for so long finally subsided a little.
However, whether he had gone to see Bai Xinxin or not was not the crux of the problem between them.
She asked softly, "Xiao Moli, do you love me?"
Xiao Moli forcefully turned her body around to face him.
An Ziqi lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes quivering slightly, as if filled with infinite grievance and sorrow.
He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, "If what I just did is not enough, I will go on until you know the answer."
