Qi Longbing spoke quickly and directly. His deep blue eyes shimmered with a bewitching glint, and his handsome face bore a serious expression.
He wasn't speaking casually; he truly understood his own heart. Indeed, he was different from his younger brother. His brother could like Hua Xiaomo and, besides her, fall in love with other women. But he himself couldn't do that.
Before he met Hua Xiaomo, he might have been flippant and nonchalant, but after she came into his life, he could no longer entertain the thought of other women.
Perhaps it was a case of one thing conquering another; his future, Qi Longbing's future, had long been entrusted to Hua Xiaomo. Whether or not she was married to him now, this feeling was intoxicating, mesmerizing, and he no longer had any way to escape it.
