"Pan’er, I love you."
"I don’t know when it started, but I secretly fell in love with you. Maybe it was the first ti you kicked , maybe it was when you yelled at furiously, or maybe it was during the tis we spent together unknowingly, that I gradually fell in love with you."
"In the past, I always felt that we had lots of ti, to accompany you well, to grow old together, to slowly express my feelings for you. But it was only yesterday that I realized, we should seize the mont. If I love you, I must say it."
Qin Yi spoke slowly, his deep and llow voice pouring into Su Pan’er’s heart like fine wine.
The feeling of happiness was so overwhelming that it filled her whole heart!
Especially at this mont, after surviving this calamity, the feeling of happiness multiplied countless tis.
Su Pan’er couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, they fell pitter-patter from her eyes.
Qin Yi had been speaking with his head down, slowly, gently.
Hearing the slight sound of whimpering, he hurriedly and clumsily hugged her: "Pan’er, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Don’t cry, it’s my fault. If you don’t want to hear it, I won’t say it anymore. Good girl, Pan’er..."
"That’s not it. I’m crying because I’m happy. You fool!"
Su Pan’er gave him a glare, then couldn’t help throwing herself into his arms: "I like hearing you say it. Qin Yi, I’m so happy, so happy..."
Good luck cos after surviving a disaster!
Isn’t that exactly the situation at hand?
Perhaps because she was pregnant, not only her taste in food has changed, but she has also beco more emotional.
Every word Qin Yi said seed to strike a chord in her heart!
"Qin Yi, you’re right, if you like soone, you need to say it. Don’t wait until there’s no chance left, until it’s too late for regret."
She buried her head in his broad and firm chest, her whole person rubbing against him like a little kitten: "Qin Yi, I like you too."
"Qin Yi, I like you too."
I like you too, these words kept replaying in Qin Yi’s ears, making his head buzz with excitent!
Qin Yi’s whole body shivered!
His arms suddenly tightened, holding her firmly.
He kept calling out: "Pan’er, Pan’er, my dear Pan’er..."
With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?
His words carried a hint of laughter as he pulled her back into his arms.
He gently rubbed her forehead.
Patted her back: "Good girl, it’s getting late, go to sleep."
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