There won't be a next time
Finally, a smile found its way on his face. "A slave to my wife doesn't sound bad."
"Just so you know, we're not married yet. You are not allowed to call me your wife yet," she huffed. Her eyes ran over his glorious mane of midnight hair and the chiseled lines of his unequaled face.
"It doesn't matter. I can already see my whole life with you."
It was as if Lu Mengjie felt a cupid's arrow had struck her heart. It was thumping like crazy. Red instantly covered her face. It was not fair. The impact he had on her was always not fair.
She saw his face getting closer to hers, making her subconsciously close her eyes. In the next moment, his mouth sealed over hers; his hug pulling her against his body.
The unseen devastation inside him only made her love him more. It felt like she had finally found the other half of herself in him.
"I'm not a good person, Mengjie…" he whispered after pulling back from the kiss.