Pushing her forward along with the pace.
She insisted on asking, "What makes me worthy?"
"I don't know."
"You!"
Chu Yao raised her head to get angry, but he lowered his head and kissed her, kissed her forcefully. Chu Yao couldn't stand stably, she fell backward, he held her waist. Instead of pulling her back, he followed her backward, advancing a few steps forward. When she was about to be pushed against the wardrobe, he finally pulled her back.
As soon as they separated, their breaths intertwined, as if a thin thread connected them, inseparable.
Mo Tingshen looked closely into her eyes, the light was sufficient, enough for him to see the unhidden tears in her eyes.
His voice unconsciously turned soft and gentle: "Really don't know, I only have you. From childhood to adulthood, can't explain what's good about you, but it can only be you, no one else ever."
Chu Yao was moved to death.
She really fell for this set.
