Long Zhutian hugged Yang Zimei and sat down on the swing in the courtyard.
The warm sunshine passed through the gaps in the leaves and fell on them in spots. The man was strong and tall, while the woman was petite and soft. Her four eyes were full of affection, as beautiful as an oil painting.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to come back today."
Yang Zimei hugged his neck and said with aggrieved face, "I have been waiting for you from last night to now."
"Fool, I promised you, how could I not come back?"
Long Zhutian hugged her tightly and said, "Unless there are unavoidable external factors, I will crawl back even if I crawl."
"Zhutian, where is your mobile phone?"
If Yang Zimei doesn't untie this knot in his heart, he won't feel comfortable.
Long Zhutian reached out and touched his trouser pocket and took out his mobile phone, "It's here."
"Always shut down?"
Yang Zimei asked doubtfully.
"No, the phone is on."
Long Zhutian dialed Yang Zimei's number.
Yang Zimei's cell phone rang, but she found it was an unfamiliar number. She asked suspiciously: "Did you change your cell phone number? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Didn't change it."
Long Zhutian replied, "If I change my number, the first one I want to tell will naturally be you."
"But, this number."
Yang Zimei handed her mobile phone to Long Zhutian, "Look!"
Long Zhutian looked at the number in confusion, then opened the back cover of his mobile phone and took out the card. When he found that it had been changed, he couldn't help but frowned and his eyes became gloomy.
"And this text message, wasn't it from you?"
Yang Zimei turned over to him the text message that cut into her heart like a knife.
When Long Zhutian saw the text message, his pupils became even more blood-red. He hugged her into his arms heartbrokenly, "You must be sad, right?"
"Well, when I saw this text message, I wanted to die. The pain was as if a knife was cutting into my heart."
Yang Zimei said aggrievedly, thinking of the heartache and anxiety last night, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Little fool!"
Long Zhutian lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears from the corner of her eyes, "How could I send such a text message? How could I find you annoying? I wish you could annoy me every day until we are old.
If you don’t die, then die together.”
What he said was affectionate and sincere, and Yang Zimei was deeply moved when he heard it.
Yes, how could she suspect that this text message was sent by him?
How could she not believe him?
"Meimei——"
Long Zhutian's slightly rough fingertips gently wiped her cheek under the corners of her eyes, "Your tears will fall on my heart. Even if I want to abandon myself, I will never abandon you!"
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"Um."
Yang Zimei kissed his face passionately, his lips...
Long Zhutian responded passionately, and the two kissed each other, inseparable. It wasn't until the two of them were about to lose control of their desire that he urgently let go of her to let the two of them calm down.
Yang Zimei's entire face was so red that he was about to bleed. His eyes were wandering like mist, and he looked at Long Zhutian with some kind of longing.
At this moment, she really didn't want to care about anything, just let it be wasted. She just wanted to be united with his body and soul, never to be separated again.
Long Zhutian reached out and touched her back to calm her down, while his own Adam's apple rolled up and down, unable to restrain himself.