After Zhao Youwei had been dating Su Qinghuan for four years, in this era where people just went to bed when they had nothing to do, Zhao Youwei never touched Su Qinghuan.
Su Qinghuan's friend Liu Ling said with a smile, Qinghuan, does Zhao Youwei not like you very much?
This sentence made Su Qinghuan depressed for a long time, so that every time he met Zhao Youwei, Zhao Youwei looked at him with trembling eyes and his hair stood on end.
Finally, under Zhao Youwei's repeated inducements, Su Qinghuan repeated Liu Ling's words with a blushing face.
It took a while for Zhao Youwei to come to his senses after his throat was stuck by an invisible pig hair.
Qing Huan, I'm just afraid that if you leave me one day, other men will dislike you and bully you. Zhao Youwei hugged Qing Huan and spoke softly in her ear.
Su Qinghuan was moved by the tenderest chord, and she was filled with emotion, "I will never leave you, it's interesting."
Um. Zhao Youwei buried himself in her neck and answered in a low voice.