"Lu Sheng, I like you, I only like you, no matter what others say or think, I will be with you, please promise me, okay?" Seeing Song Mingyang's sudden and violent attack, Lu Sheng was at a loss for a moment. He had never seen Song Mingyang talk to him so straightforwardly. He expressed his thoughts, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he had no choice but to fall into Song Mingyang's arms and feel his breath. Although there was drizzle in the sky and it was a bit cold in the November night, the embrace of the man in front of him was so warm and the smell on his body was so good.