In front of the tombstone, Liang Ting knelt upright. Zimo frowned and looked at the watch on his hand. It had already been three hours and twenty-five minutes.

She leaned down and touched his ear: "Get up, it's very cold underground, and your uncle and aunt will feel heartbroken when they see you like this."

Liang Ting bit her lip, her eyes were red, she nodded and tried to get up, but found that she had been kneeling for too long, her legs and feet were already numb, and she couldn't get up at all.

Zimo quickly picked her up, turned to face the tombstone and made a serious promise to Father Liang and Mother Liang.

"From now on, please feel free to leave your daughter to me. I will take good care of her and love her."

Liang Ting's face turned red, but her heart became even more uncomfortable. The words of the old fortune teller rang in her mind again.

You are a scourge, a scourge, a scourge

Lowering his eyes, hiding all his emotions in his dark eyes, he smiled bitterly, "You shouldn't stay with him, let alone continue to harm others!"

"Does it hurt?" In the car, Zimo caressed Liang Ting's black and blue knees lovingly, feeling heartbroken.

Liang Ting shook her head: "I'm a little hungry, let's go eat."

Zimo nodded and suddenly pecked her on the lips: "It's all up to you.".

Liang Ting touched her warm lips. His touch just now was a little light, like a feather brushing against her, which made her heart throb violently.

Liang Ting specially chose a roadside restaurant and ordered some authentic home-cooked dishes, which Zimo would not usually eat.

There were pairs of young lovers all around, and they were so in love. Liang Ting was so fascinated that she didn't even hear Zimo call her.

Zimo pulled her into his arms and asked her to sit on his lap: "We can do it too."

Liang Ting pulled her sleeves, her face turned red from the strange looks from around her, she left his knees and sat down on the chair seriously, pinched two pieces of soft flesh on his waist, and said:

"Who is with you? Really?

Zimo raised his eyebrows, unhappy, and pulled her into his arms again, snorting coldly: "Not with me? Then who are you going to date?".

Liang Ting pursed her lips and smiled: "I'm not with you anyway.

Zimo blocked her lips with a wicked smile, not minding the increasingly surprised gazes around him, and held her head, deepening the kiss further.

Liang Ting's eyes widened in complete disbelief. She was so frightened that she hid in his arms. Bad Zi Mo was not ashamed at all.

In the end, she had no idea how she walked out of the hotel after dinner and sat in the car without regaining consciousness.

"If you don't come back to your senses, I'll kiss you again." Zimo straightened her head, his eyes full of smiles: "It's so delicious."

Liang Ting blinked and looked at Zimo licking the corners of his lips. She didn't know whether he was talking about the food or the kiss.
Chapter completed!