Gazing at Le Yao's blushing and delicate face, Ye Haochuan's fiery passion was instantly ignited. He grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace, rudely pressing his lips against hers.
Le Yao's eyes were misty, yet she responded naively but willingly. After who knows how long they kissed, Ye Haochuan suddenly saw two streaks of tears flowing from Le Yao's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ye Haochuan gently wiped away her tears and asked.
Le Yao looked deeply into Ye Haochuan's eyes, biting her red lips, and then spoke with a voice full of grievance: "Do you know? When you sent me in just now, I felt so helpless and desperate. You are my only family in this world. If you had died, how would I go on living?"
"You bastard, why did you send me in alone? Wouldn't it have been more romantic and poetic for us to face death together? You left me alone, are you making me live every day in tears, like a walking corpse?"
