"Hmm, so you framed her."
Long Xiliang despised underhanded tactics from those around him, but when it came to Lu Xiaoyou, his usual principles and stance seemed to disappear.
She had used clumsy methods of framing—such strategies were easily seen through.
Yet he wouldn't expose her, nor hold her accountable. On the contrary, he acted as she intended and directly dealt with Silu.
"Yes, I framed her! What now? Now that you know I framed her, are you regretting it?"
Lu Xiaoyou turned her head, the corners of her brows lifting slightly. Her coquettish and charming demeanor, like that of a fairy, ignited an unmistakable spark in Long Xiliang's eyes.
"I don't regret it. I'll protect you until the very end." His sudden promise caught Lu Xiaoyou off guard.
His voice, imbued with lingering passion, brushed against her like a warm breeze. Lu Xiaoyou looked dazed, her vibrant, spirited eyes widening slightly.
This man loved her—more deeply than she had ever imagined...
