What can make a calm person as adorably childish as a child can only be love.
Hearing Leng Zimo's somewhat childish threat, Luo Xiaoqian curled her lips into a light laugh, and reached out to gently cover his hand which was near the gear shift in the car.
Leng Zimo carefully drove the car, his hand flipped over to tightly hold her slightly cool fingers in his palm.
Through the unfamiliar city, down the unfamiliar streets, the car left the city, traveling through the night.
At the end of the tree-lined road, the castle's lights were bright as a lighthouse in the Night Sea.
It was her castle, his home.
The car stopped at the entrance, the butler hurried down the steps to open the car doors for them, Leng Zimo led Luo Xiaoqian by the hand up the stairs.
In the living room, the lights were bright, Leng Lin sat on the sofa with the security guard Xiao Liu standing beside him.
