Wei Anning discovered that not only women can bring up past grievances, men can too. Perhaps her giving up dealt him too heavy a blow, making him anxious.
Wei Anning felt a pang in her heart, how could she bear to see such a proud man, living in constant fear because of her?
She reached out to wrap her arm around the back of his neck, offering her red lips voluntarily, giving him a light peck. A flicker of light passed through the man's eyes. He stared at her, holding her chin tightly, and warned fiercely, "Wei Anning, don't get any funny ideas, I've set my eyes on you for this lifetime."
Moisture hazed over Wei Anning's eyes, how did she make him this way? Even her gesture of goodwill turned into a dangerous signal of her wanting to leave. She hugged him tightly, "Leng Youchen, unless I'm dead, no one else can separate us."
Leng Youchen's expression softened slightly, but his voice remained tense, "You better keep your word."
"Alright, I'll keep my word."
