Your Excellency, I love you!

For such Mo Shiche, Luo Qiangwei has no resistance at all...

Or, subconsciously, she didn't want to resist so much.

From rebirth to the present, she has stretched herself too tightly, resisting everything that belongs to him, even if she knows that he cares about herself sometimes, she subconsciously chooses to avoid it.

She didn't dare to have even a millisecond of affection for him anymore, she kept telling herself to hate him, and she should always hate him fiercely.

However, the love that can be transformed into hate is nothing more than extreme love...

Mo Shiche held Luo Qiangwei's shoulders, and turned her limp body to face him.

The four eyes meet and face each other frankly.

His deep eyes were like blazing flames, and he looked at her extremely hot, as if he wanted to imprint her face in his eyes, and she couldn't avoid her overly focused eyes.

He bowed his head slowly.

This kiss was neither rough nor eager, but extremely patient, like a young man in love who first tasted the sweetness of his beloved woman, cautiously chasing after her.

His arms wrapped around her slender waist, letting her hang on him like a kangaroo.

His lips also gradually began to move, leaving his own brand wherever he went.

The temperature in the bathroom rose sharply.

The white mist-like water vapor seemed to be shy, and became thicker and thicker, surrounding the entangled two people.

Luo Qiangwei's beautiful eyes were misty, and when the man lowered his head again, she put her arms around his neck, and tiptoed to kiss him first.

Mo Shiche's eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a suppressed but extremely joyful light, and he responded to her more deeply and emphatically.

The hot water in the bathroom had already flowed out, flowing over Luo Qiangwei's raised toes, scalding her.

The scene changed from the bathroom back to the bed at some point.

Luo Qiangwei didn't know why she fell asleep after several times of ups and downs. In a daze, the words Mo Shiche said were still playing back in her mind.

【I said I care about you very much. 】

【Luo Qiangwei, I am your only man, let's live well. 】

Not sweet talk, but better than a lot of sweet talk.

She didn't want to believe it easily, but his expression was clear and not fake. She had known him for so many years, and she had never seen him show such a look or speak to her in such a tone.

She was already sure that the photo Luo Hongying sent was fake, that is to say... the last life must have been fake too.

Can he treat Luo Hongying like that, can it prove that there is really nothing between them and they are innocent...

Does he... really want to live a good life with her?

It is undeniable that as soon as this thought came to her mind, her heart beat violently—he is the man she has loved deeply for 17 years with everything, how can she let go of it in a day and night?

If... If I can really live like this... that's fine.

She couldn't help herself, she felt content, she felt... happy.

Luo Qiangwei's glamorous face was still blushing after the intense heat, she hugged the waist of the man beside her, and arched her head towards his arms, as if subconsciously looking for a warm and reassuring support.

Mo Shiche put his long arms around her waist, bowed his head and kissed her cheek unsatisfied, and was about to pull the quilt over her when the mobile phone placed by the bed suddenly rang.

He took it over and saw the caller ID: Ah Chu.

The man's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to pick it up. On the other end, Yan Chu's brisk voice came with a smile, "Weiwei, where are you? My sweet girl and I just finished supper, do you want to bring you... "

Mo Shiche was not in a hurry to speak, but put the phone on the pillow, raised his hand to gently support Luo Qiangwei's head, and said in a low voice, "Sleeping on my arm, you'll catch cold if you're not wearing clothes, huh?"

Yan Chu on the other end of the receiver suddenly clenched the phone——