"I don't know either." Leng Zimo raised his hand to brush away the stray hair on her face, his fingers pinching her earlobe, "You surely won't believe it, I fell in love with your earlobe at first sight. That day at the cemetery when I saw you, do you know why I suddenly walked away?"
She shook her head.
"Because that day I was thinking about what we just did." His ink-black eyes deeply stared at her, without any hint of desire, "For the first time, I lost control in front of a woman. I think, maybe this is love."
She laughed, her laughter filled with happiness and contentment.
No, Leng Zimo, this wasn't the first time, but the second time, and the first woman who made you lose control was me.
"You don't believe me?!"
"I believe you."
"Then why are you laughing?"
She made a funny face at him, "Having evil thoughts without even seeing my face, and you still say you're not a bad guy?!"
He lifted his face, "Then let's be bad once more."
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The next day.