"I'm not letting go."
"Huangfu Yueming, you are the President."
"I am also your man!"
"..."
Mi Yao was speechless with frustration, but the resentment and displeasure in her heart had vanished without a trace. Yishuang thought she could sow discord between them, but she underestimated their bond. After all the difficulties they had faced together, nothing and no one could tear them apart now.
Seeing her expression soften a bit, Huangfu Yueming lifted his head and cupped her small face with his large palm, "Not angry anymore?"
Mi Yao hummed.
Huangfu Yueming, with a gloomy expression on his handsome face, said, "It seems Yishuang is really lacking a man. Tonight, I'll send her one and let her enjoy motherhood."
Mi Yao punched him with her small fists, "You could take the field yourself... Mm!"
Huangfu Yueming immediately sealed her lips with his, unwilling to hear her speak those words. He was hers alone.
