"I love you too, Di Jinxuan," Nangong Jin suddenly flips positions dominantly, pinning her beneath him, his eyes instantly softening into deep pools.
Then, his kisses, passionate and tender as if to envy the city, imbued with immeasurable pity, trickle down from her brows and eyes, so soft it's beyond words.
"Wife..." he can't help but murmur lowly, his eyes hazy, "I do, I really really love you."
The terrifyingly close call just a moment ago makes him suddenly realize that, without knowing from when, he could no longer live without her.
He loves her deeply, wants to spend the rest of his life with her—of this, he is certain.
Here by this beautiful lakeside, on the green grass, with some patchy light scattered around, not too bright, the breeze is cool, the night is fresh, and you can faintly hear the low hum of insects.
Such an environment makes one feel incredibly relaxed, with only this sweet, tender kiss existing in the whole world, nothing else.
