Yang Zimei, a little shy, boldly stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck like vines.
Perhaps, in her insecure subconscious mind, she wanted to use her body to tie him up and make him more obsessed with her.
This is a common problem among many girls.
When love is unstable and your heart is uneasy, you want to capture the other person through your body and make the other person think that he already belongs to you and will be responsible for you from then on.
As everyone knows, this is the most stupid expression.
The highest state of love is, of course, the unity of spirit and body.
However, physical love is not the best way to retain love. On the contrary, it may push love further away and make the other party not know how to cherish it.
Long Zhutian's blood-red eyes full of desire looked at her, swallowed, then shook his head and touched her hair, "No! You must wait until you are eighteen!"
"I'm only sixteen now. It's still two years until I turn eighteen. It's really too long. I don't want to wait! I want you to truly belong to me now!"
Yang Zimei said stubbornly.
"I have always truly belonged to you. Sister, our future is still very long, and we don't care about waiting for a year or two. We can't let you fail for the sake of short-term happiness."
Long Zhutian took her hand and placed it on his slightly beating heart, "My heart is always beating for you, don't worry."
Yang Zimei looked at him and nodded.
Yes, it is not worth it to ruin ten years of her work for a short-term happiness.
She also gradually calmed down.
"Meimei, I know what you are upset about. In the United States, I have a girl whom I treat like a sister. Her name is Teresa."
Long Zhutian put his arm around her shoulders and said.
Yang Zimei's heart sank again. It seemed that he was going to tell her who that woman was.
In the end, he wouldn't finish talking about that woman and then say to himself such cliche words as "Meimei, I love you, but I want to marry her as my wife", right?
She waited patiently for him to finish his words.
"Her father is the holy father of our organization. He is as kind to me as a mountain and is like a father to me."
Long Zhutian continued.
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart became even heavier.
He wouldn't want to marry someone else's daughter just to repay his kindness, would he?
"Teresa likes me very much. She has been determined to be my bride since she was a few years old. At that time, I had not met you and thought it didn't matter who I married, so I didn't keep much distance from her, allowing her to continue the illusion.
, to make her think that she is the one I love."
Long Zhutian looked at her and continued, "But, after I met you, I, Long Zhutian, just want to live with a woman like you in my whole life. No one else, not even Theresa, can do it, even if the Holy Father has more
This is a hint that as long as I can marry Teresa, then his heir will be me, not Reis."
"Get her and you may get the power you want, but I may not be of any help to you."
After listening to what he said, Yang Zimei not only felt uneasy, but also felt even heavier.
She is not a little girl. In the romantic dramas she watched in other shops in her previous life, it was often said that men are career first, and women are nothing more than ornaments that can be sacrificed when necessary.
When Long Zhutian said this, did he think that he was an obstacle to his future?