Lu Yichen didn't respond directly, but just held her tighter, "I don't care about any past or future lives. All I know is that you are my wife now, the mother of my girl, my beloved treasure, the one who is to spend a lifetime with me."
Luo Qiao leaned into his embrace and smiled, "Mm, I love hearing that, thanks, Brother Chen."
Lu Yichen buried his face in Luo Qiao's neck, unable to help himself kissing her neck, as Luo Qiao wrapped her arms around him and softly called out, "Brother Chen."
Ever since Lu Yichen was injured, he had been celibate, but right now, he felt an urge to possess her.
Just now, in the front yard, his aunt had said she wanted the two kids to sleep in her room tonight, and without a word, he had agreed. That suited his intentions perfectly.
