"You..."
Leng Youchen lowered his head, gazing at her nearly blank face with a flicker of amusement in his phoenix eyes. The little one was desperately trying to make him believe her, and now that he did, why was she giving him this reaction?
"My lady, no matter who you are, to me, you have only one identity, and that is you are my woman, and that will never change. Don't have wild thoughts, okay?" the man said, cradling her face with a tender expression.
Wei Anning blinked, still feeling the surrealness. Leng Youchen actually believed her—wasn't he very reluctant to believe her before?
"You... Do you really believe me?"
Leng Youchen sighed. Were all women so contradictory? Crying and begging him to believe her, and when he did, she doubted it wasn't for real. "Yes, if you say you're not, then you're not."
