r. Besides acting, his hobbies are street dancing, and his only bad habit is smoking. His parents are ordinary working-class people who are divorced and have a six-year-old younger brother. Leng Ye's...After she had poured out all her grievances, he could finally calm down and think about their relationship.

These days, he has been closing himself off emotionally, and at the same time, shutting out his love for Yimo.

He always pretended not to care about her, but deep down, he couldn't stop thinking about her over and over again.

Knowing she didn't love him, even though she had been abandoned by Ajing time and time again, he was still unable to let go because of his own love for her.

That's why he felt like he was the one being pathetic.

But at that moment, he suddenly saw the light.

He loved Yimou, and Yimou loved him back, didn't she

After calming down in the quiet night, Leng Ye gently soothed, "Yi Mo, my darling Yi Mo..."

"Ugh——I'm not your baby! You're so cruel to me!" Tong Yimo was still sobbing, tears wetting the strands of hair on her temples, like black ribbons sticking to her cheeks, messy and pitiful.

Cold Night gently grasped her small hand resting on the doorknob, pulling her closer to his strong chest. His other hand instinctively cupped her cheek.

He frowned with concern, tenderly wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his fingertips. He raised his voice and said in a low tone: "Yimo, I'm sorry, I apologize to you."

Tong Yimo sniffed and stared fixedly at Leng Yeshen's handsome face.

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Her eyes, which were glistening with unshed tears, seemed to be stubbornly telling him that she was deeply hurt and angry! She didn't want to accept any of his apologies!!

She's being childish with him!

Well, she's definitely a pampered little woman.

Cold Night Sink couldn't help but chuckle softly, moments ago his brows were furrowed in concentration, but now the lines of his face had softened considerably.

"You're still laughing! No sincerity at all!" Tong Yimo pouted, blinked, and her eyes were a little swollen from crying.

"Well, you just slapped me a moment ago..."

“That’s because you went too far!” she argued with him.

To be honest, he's grown this big, the only woman who has ever dared to slap him in the face is her, Tong Yimo.

"Yimo, I'm sorry." He suddenly retracted his smile and said seriously.

Then he took her hands, brought them to his lips, slightly lowered the curtain of his eyelids, and bestowed upon each of her fingers a gentle kiss.

Tong Yimo's heart trembled, she opened her eyes, instinctively wanting to withdraw her hand.

He sensed something, tightening his grip slightly, giving her no chance to escape.

"Our hearts are connected, your heart has already been eaten by mine, it's definitely not going back, so I won't let you go." Leng Yechen raised his eyes and stared into hers, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.

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"Big brother..." Tong Yimo met Leng Yechen's dark eyes, facing his abnormality, her heart was a little suspicious, so she tentatively asked, "You... Are you believing what I said"

From now on, I will believe everything you say.

"Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you" she asked, her eyes fixed on his handsome face, unwilling to miss any flicker of expression.

She held her breath, waiting for his next answer.

"Of course I'm afraid!" Leng Yechen raised his eyes, gazing deeply and quietly into her eyes, his voice slightly hoarse as he asked, "Then do you love me"

This was his last question.

Once it's decided, it's for life.

"Love!" Tong Yimo was crying with laughter, but it was a heartfelt confession.

Just with this one word, he felt a sudden flutter in his heart, as if she had pierced it with an arrow.

It seemed as if everything around them gradually faded, becoming unimportant background noise. The world shrunk, until there was only her and him, yet they were vast, like the whole world itself.

On a cold night, Leng Ye held Tong Yi Mo's face in his hands. He looked down at her, his warm lips approaching her soft lips, hovering just before they met. His voice was magnetic, full of temptation: "Yi Mo, marry me..."

Tong Yimo did not answer, her eyes widened slightly in panic, her breath short and rapid, her cheeks burning like fire.

She was willing, but the words that rolled to her tongue refused to come out.

Because...

She was so excited that she couldn't speak...

This time, she didn't hesitate at all.

He gazed at her increasingly flushed face, resolutely closing the last bit of distance. Without waiting for a reply, he already had his answer.

He kissed her lips again, gently this time. His kiss was full of tenderness, as if he were cherishing a precious treasure...

Unlike previous kisses filled with passion, this one held no desire, only beautiful affection, wrapping itself tightly around his heart.

After a long time, he slowly retreated, gazing deeply at her, and uttered the most heartfelt confession: "Yimo, I love you."

Tong Yimo raised her pink lips and suddenly got up from the passenger seat, rushing towards Leng Yechen.

Her body was soft and fragrant, her temperament at this moment, like a carefree and happy child. She hugged his neck and nestled in his arms, her voice sweet and tender, as if she was acting coquettishly with him, or confessing her love: "I love big brother too, I love you so much!"

15411/41882581 her handbag rang. She almost thought it was Lang An calling, but then she remembered that Lang An didn't use a cell phone and didn't even own one.So the person who called was He Zechuan."Would you li...