Chapter 560: Chapter 557: Confession (1)
“Captain Lu, driving to Qinghai last year was the most correct decision I have ever made in my life,” she said softly, yet clearly enough for everyone to hear.
Unable to restrain themselves any longer, they scread and cheered loudly; at that mont, Lu Xiao suddenly stood, swept Wen Xian into his arms, and tightly grasped her slender waist.
His grip was very tight, extrely tight.
As if he would ld her into his own bones and blood.
Wen Xian also embraced his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder, her lips still curled in a smile.
At that mont, the surrounding team mbers suddenly shouted, “Captain, kiss her, kiss her…!”
As the shout arose, everyone started yelling energetically.
Wen Xian’s face suddenly felt hot.
But she knew Lu Xiao was not accustod to public displays of affection, so she was just about to find a way to brush it off when suddenly he pulled her away and pinched her chin.
Lu Xiao’s handso, stern features were perfectly hard, clearly displayed right before her eyes.
Her eyes reflected the fire behind her, making it a trembling sight.
Lu Xiao’s hand, that was pinching her chin, slid slightly to caress her cheek: “Wen Xian, I love you.”
Wen Xian, I love you.
He was stern and unyielding, but she was the only person in the world who had single-handedly disard him.
His voice was so gentle, husky and deep, like a serenade at midnight.
As those words fell, Wen Xian’s bright eyes instantly moistened.
They turned slightly red.
Lu Xiao bowed his head and lightly touched her lips with his.
Amidst the total eruption of screams and cheers around them, he lightly sucked on her lips.
…
Little Jin Zhu, watching this scene from the crowd, was moved to tears.
Although she was young, she understood all that was necessary.
But just then, a hand suddenly grabbed hers in the dark night and ran off.
No one noticed them for a mont; he pulled her directly behind a tent.
Little Jin Zhu’s cheeks flushed pink from the run, her breathing sowhat disordered.
And after they stopped behind the tent, he was still holding her hand.
The youth’s chest heaved gently, his handso face looking at her with endless complexity and restrained feelings for her.
He moved his lips, as if having sothing to say but stopping himself.
Jin Zhu’s gaze slowly dropped to their hands still clasped together.
Sang Nian seed to snap back to reality then, quickly releasing her hand.
But Jin Zhu still felt the heat in her small hand, retaining his warmth.
“You… why did you bring here…?” she asked softly, slightly lowering her head, her lush eyelashes curling like a butterfly poised to fly, her lips gently biting her lip, all her tender feelings hidden in her eyes.
Sang Nian took a deep breath, “I…”
He actually had much to say to her—his feelings, his plans for the future, everything about his upcoming military service, he wanted to share it all with her, but the words choked in his throat, unsure where to begin.
Jin Zhu’s eyes twinkled slightly, and she said softly, “If you’re not going to talk, then I’m leaving.”
As she turned to leave.
Sang Nian, in a panic, imdiately grabbed her wrist, finally uttering, “I’m leaving.”
Jin Zhu was stunned, sowhat astonished.
It seed she had not expected him to say that.
He was… leaving?
Where to…?
Indescribably, her heart tightened.
And beside her, his voice slowly continued in her ear—
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