Zhuo Junyue pulled her into his arms, pressing her against his chest, "I've been looking for you, I just got back from Chicago today. Little one, I'm sorry, I came late."
Hearing Zhuo Junyue, such an arrogant man, actually apologizing to her, some of Su Ningyan's grievances dissipated instantly.
"Really? You haven't forgotten me? Did you touch Su Jingyu? Did you mistake her for me?"
This matter, like a thorn, had been lodged in Su Ningyan's heart all along.
"I didn't touch her, when I woke up, I immediately realized she wasn't you, little one, your scent, I wouldn't mistake it."
"I was afraid that you mistook Su Jingyu for me. I don't allow her to touch you, hm... "
Upon hearing her slightly domineering words, Zhuo Junyue's mouth curled upwards slightly, his heart filled with a certain joy.
"Don't cry, I really didn't touch her, how could I possibly mistake you?"
