"What is this?" Yang Ruxin looked at the thumb-sized, bright red thing in her palm, which resembled a tiny meatball.
Xiaolun gently rubbed her hand, and Zizi flicked her tongue out.
"Open your mouth," Yang Ruxin immediately turned to Gu Qingheng.
Gu Qingheng did exactly that, without a hint of hesitation.
Yang Ruxin stuffed the little meatball into his mouth, "Swallow it."
Gu Qingheng actually swallowed it down.
"Aren't you afraid I'll harm you?" Yang Ruxin laughed.
Gu Qingheng shook his head, "I will never doubt you." If one day she truly wanted him dead, that would mean he was about to lose her, and life without her would be meaningless anyway. So, he would still meet his death without hesitation.
"Then you'd better remember what you just said," Yang Ruxin pinched Gu Qingheng's cheek, "We have a long time ahead of us."
"Mm," Gu Qingheng pulled her hand down and held it in his.
