Death and Conspiracy (17)

Lu Jia'er uttered no words. "Do you know who you remind me of right now?" Jin Xiangdong made fun of her.

Looking into his eyes, she asked, "Who?"

"Lin Daiyu from the novel Dream of the Red Chamber!" Jin Xiangdong revealed his answer.

Lu Jia'er understood what he was implying right away. "Are you saying that I am sentimental?"

Immediately afterward, Lu Jia'er felt the bed cave in. Jin Xiangdong came to bed and pulled her into his embrace. Lu Jia'er snuggled into his arms with her face resting on his chest. Then, she heard Jin Xiangdong's deep and pleasant voice. "That analogy was not accurate. I believe what you are feeling is fear and confusion."

Surely Jin Xiangdong was the one that could understand her.

Like a drowsy kitten, Lu Jia'er found herself a nice spot in his embrace before she began to reply. "Fear and confusion are not the only emotions I have. I am also happy!"