Face with love, affection, and time

“You were the one who walked away without a care. You wanted to leave—now you claim to love me?” Liang Zijin clutched Luo Xiangdong’s shirt tightly. “But since you’re here now, I won’t let you slip away again.”

In one swift motion, Luo Xiangdong turned the tables, pressing his lips to hers. “Liang Zijin,” he murmured against her mouth, “you’re mine for life. There’s no escaping me now.”