"I hate when we are not together… and now you are going on this trip…" she replied hesitating to show her weakness…
Yang Xinyu looked at her, warmth filling his body. His lips curled. He picked her up to level his gaze and kissed her lightly on the lips. Brushing against her lips, he asked, "Do you love me?"
'What kind of question is that?' she thought!
"Do. You. Love. Me?" he asked again. This time he demanded an answer urgently as if his life depended on it.