999 At The Start Of Every Great Love Story, There Must Be Someone Playing Punk

"Silly boy." Gu Mengmeng chuckled. "You have given me your entire heart. This is already the most perfect type of love. How could it be 'just like that'?"

Gu Mengmeng tilted her head to gaze up at Elvis.

The moonlight was warm and fuzzy, softening his typically harsh features. Even his pale blue eyes held an alluring flavor that was unique to the night.

"Hubby, I remembered you told me that you were mad at me when we first met. You were unhappy at my inappropriate attire and for not being vigilant, and was angry in case I was seen by others in that state…" Gu Mengmeng couldn't help giggling as she recalled that incident. She continued. "But you never told me that apart from being angry, did you like me then?"

"Why would I get angry if I didn't like you? Silly." Elvis finished his sentence by planting a kiss on Gu Mengmeng's lips.