He had lived for over two decades, and even when he was competing for an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor in his youth, he had never been this nervous and anxious.
Pulling her into his arms again, Leng Zimo’s arms tightened around her.
"I just knew it, you like me, you are mine, Luo Xiaoqian, you must be mine, promise me, that you’ll always stay with me!"
His voice was still commanding, but within that command, there was a deep affection and tenderness speaking out.
His embrace was warm, warm enough to shield her from all the storms outside.
Of this, Luo Xiaoqian never doubted.
For a moment, she nearly agreed.
But when he once again held her face in his hands and seriously asked her for confirmation, Luo Xiaoqian hesitated.
"I... can’t promise that right now."
"Why?" Leng Zimo frowned.
"Zimo!" she said firmly, looking at him, "Are you sure, you really like me?"
The man in front of her was too outstanding, and she felt so ordinary, she did not believe there was a reason for him to like her.
Seeing the uncertainty in her eyes, Leng Zimo’s lips lifted, and he smiled.
"Silly girl, of course I like you."
If he didn’t like her, why would he be so anxious and insecure time after time?
If he didn’t like her, would he have considered her thoughts so carefully?
If he didn’t like her, would he kill someone in a moment of anger?
...
When she heard those dream-like words she never dared to hope for, Luo Xiaoqian wasn’t wildly overjoyed.
"Then what about me do you like?"
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