Long Qianqian raised her eyelids in a hazy state, saw the familiar enlarged face, and muttered: "Brother, are you back?"
Long Henyang held her in his arms. No matter how tired he was outside, there was someone waiting for him when he came home. It was as if his heart had taken refuge and no longer wandered.
He said softly: "Qianqian, are you waiting for me?"
Long Qianqian nodded softly.
He smiled, every cell filled with excitement, and kissed her forehead gently, with a distressed tone in his hoarse voice.
"Fool, don't do this kind of thing again."
Long Qianqian met his gentle and tender eyes, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason. She quickly moved her eyes away. She had no resistance to Long Henyang like this. She would rather he be cruel and indifferent to her than be gentle.
She was afraid that she would not have the courage to do what Wen Ai said.
Xuan Le felt sad. Long Qianqian's world had become accustomed to Long Henyang's existence. He was being sentimental. What reason did he have to ask Long Qianqian to keep him in her heart?
Long Qianqian was no longer sleepy, and Long Henyang put her down. His handsome face was haggard, his amber eyes were stained with a few strands of bloodshot eyes, and he looked exhausted and weak.
Li Wanwan and her daughter should be very important in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't be so anxious and worried.
"Wait a minute, I'll put some water in for you. It will make you feel better if you take a bath."
As she spoke, she walked towards the bathroom, but her hand was pulled by him, and she fell into his arms.
The arrogant and autocratic Long Henyang also has moments of weakness, and he reveals too many unknown sides to her.
She obediently let him hold her, wanting to comfort him but not knowing where to start.
"Aunt Wan and Mengmeng...how much do you care about them?"
The heart is rising and falling, and the heartbeat is chaotic.
After a long while, he said: "They are my relatives, I don't care who they care about."
Long Yingtian is also your relative, but you want to hurt him.
She could only think about this in her heart and did not dare to say it out loud.
"I am also your relative, why do you still hurt me?"
She raised her head and met him with watery eyes.
Long Henyang's face instantly darkened, and his tenderness instantly turned into a precursor to anger.
"Who said you are my relative?"
Long Qianqian secretly thought that she had offended him again, so she might as well do it to the end.
"If I'm not a relative, then who am I? If you try your best to keep me by your side, who am I?"
Long Henyang's sharp eyes focused on her stubborn little face that was weak, and he blurted out: "You are my woman, the woman I put here."
He placed her little hand on his beating heart, and his bloodshot eyes became more seductive at this moment.
Long Qianqian was stunned by his words and retracted her hand.
"Don't you hate me? When did I play such an important role in your world?"
Long Henyang felt that he was really mean and always lowered his status in front of her. When had he ever spoken so softly?
Her dodge made him very unhappy, and he grabbed her shoulders and forced her to face him.
"Long Qianqian, listen, no matter how I start this bad relationship with you, you have to bear it."
With misty eyes, she choked with sobs: "Long Henyang, how could you do this? Everything about me has been ruined by you. You didn't even leave me the last bit of dignity. If you expose our relationship, what will I do in the future? Long.
The halo of Henyang woman will follow me throughout my life, I don’t want it, I don’t want it.”
At the end of her speech, she cried loudly, releasing the grievances she had been suppressing in her heart.