After he saw the light and felt warmth, the light that shone on him left again. How could Long Xiliang endure this?
These two years without Lu Xiaoyou were darker and more suffocating than any of the more than twenty years Long Xiliang had lived.
Long Xiliang's fingers were held by Lu Xiaoyou, and she gave a light kiss on his fingertips.
"Liangliang is really petty." She mimicked Miemie Dragon's tone, saying, "An old vinegar jar!"
Long Xiliang: "..." Did she just call him old?
He gathered Lu Xiaoyou into his embrace, pinched her chin, and murmured as he bit her ear, "Say it again?"
Lu Xiaoyou lifted her head, easily able to kiss him.
Holding the man's extraordinarily handsome face, she squinted her enchanting peach blossom eyes.
"Old vinegar jar~" Her alluring voice accompanied by a woman's charming laugh, she kissed his lips again and again.
"Oh my, it's really so sour~"
