Hearing that Yang Zimei did not show anger, but instead chuckled, Long Zhutian felt uneasy and asked anxiously: "Meimei, do you not care about me anymore?"
"Well?"
Yang Zimei asked doubtfully, "Why do you think so? I don't care about you, who do I care about?"
"Then why are you laughing?"
Long Zhutian was extremely depressed.
Having been in close contact with Yang Zimei for so long, he is naturally very familiar with Yang Zimei's temperament. He also knows that she is childish, afraid of losing, and often cares about things she cares about.
I heard that birthdays are very important to a girl. Teresa’s birthday every year should be made like a grand day. The same goes for other girls. If they don’t receive messages from the people they care about on their birthdays,
Gifts will make a fuss and make you angry.
He was so busy yesterday that he forgot the date, and he suddenly remembered today that it was Yang Zimei's birthday.
And she unusually doesn't call herself.
This made him suspect that she was losing her temper and blamed himself for forgetting her birthday.
But now, instead of being angry, she seems to be smiling. Does this mean that she is no longer important to her?
Just a dispensable passer-by?
His usually determined heart began to feel a little uneasy.
How could Yang Zimei have imagined that he would have such thoughts?
She continued to smile and said, "I smiled happily because I heard your voice. Do I still want to cry? Really, when did you become so sensitive?"
"A lover's heart is inherently sensitive."
Long Zhutian actually made a somewhat literary remark that was extremely inconsistent with his character and appearance, which surprised Yang Zimei.
She also became a little sensitive, "Zhutian, have you done anything to feel sorry for me? Or are you hiding something from me?"
Long Zhutian was silent for a moment and replied, "Yeah."
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart felt as if someone had pulled it with a thin thread, and she began to feel uneasy, "You... have fallen in love with other women?"
"Absolutely not, I only like you."
Long Zhutian answered hurriedly.
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart suddenly became enlightened, "If this is not the problem, all other problems are not problems. I will wait for you to come back."
"Um."
Long Zhutian's answer seemed a bit dull.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, can you just say yes?" Yang Zimei said angrily, "No more kindness, please say some sweet words to sister immediately!"
"Um……"
Long Zhutian hummed again, and then his tone became affectionate and low, "I miss you!"
Although it was not the first time he heard this, every time Yang Zimei heard it, his heart was agitated, his passion was aroused, and his breathing was a little short. He wished he could be in front of her, fall into his arms, and feel his hot embrace and strong heartbeat.
Voice.
It's a pity that despite the busy traffic in front of him, the surging river behind him, and the vast world of mortals, his figure is on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
It was so torturous.
"Zhutian, I miss you so much, I miss you, I miss you!"
She couldn't speak calmly anymore, and her tone was a bit coquettish and coquettish.
After hearing her words, Long Zhutian's breathing became a little unusual, and his longing for her grew like a weed.
At this time, he really didn't want to worry about anything, so he flew back to her directly and took her into his arms.