On a certain month and night of a certain year, Bai Su lay lazily in her husband's arms, clasping her fingers and imitating the heroine in a romantic story and asking pretentiously: "Husband, what am I to you?"
Wenzhu pressed his forehead against hers, smiling lowly, his brows were too soft to be true, and his thin lips were slightly parted, like the sound of nature, "You are half of my heart."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because, how can you live without half of your heart?"
Remember, this is a pet article, so sweet that you will lose your teeth! Hahaha~