"No, I've just never liked Qiao Lin, that's all." Tang Jin kissed the woman's red lips fiercely before calmly lying without skipping a beat. Actually, he knew all too well that everyone had a past, full of either lingering tenderness or hard-to-dissipate resentment; he had a past too, so he had no right to criticize anything.
Mu Jiujiu smiled quietly with her eyes downcast before finally lifting her small face and whispering into the man's ear, "Tang Jin, I love you."
Tang Jin first froze, then his thick eyebrows shot up, and he turned his head to meet the woman's clear autumn-water-like eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of laughter. As if he couldn't quite believe it, he asked urgently, "Say it again."
"If you didn't hear, forget it, I don't want to say it anymore." Mu Jiujiu pouted slightly.
But Tang Jin simply rolled over to close the gap, half propping himself up beside her, one hand gently caressing her pretty little face, "Baby, be good, say it again, just once more."
