"Cang——"
"I'm here." Feng Cang raised his head, deeply looking at Murong Qiqi, "Qingqing, I love you!"
"I love you too!" Murong Qiqi felt like crying, but it was happy tears. What her adoptive father said about following one's heart was probably true!
All their love piled up.
Seeing Murong Qiqi's nervousness, Feng Cang kissed her lips again, saying "I love you!" with every kiss.
There probably isn't a more gentle man in this world! Murong Qiqi felt an emotion called being touched. With gratitude to the heavens and love for the woman in his arms, Feng Cang deeply kissed Murong Qiqi...
"Qingqing, I love you!"
The night of Lion Ridge was quiet and peaceful. Winter had not passed, and spring had not yet arrived. The deep mountains' night was cold, but the charcoal stove in the loft was burning fiercely.
There were just two candlelights. Surprisingly, they were a pair of red dragon and phoenix candles, as if the host had planned it in advance, or perhaps just a coincidence.
