You Are Mine

If he said this in the past, Rong Xuelong would only think that this was a way for men to confess to women.

But now, she knew very well.

He was not saying this as a metaphor.

If he had a knife with him now, he would definitely do such a thing.

"I don't want you to dig your heart out for me." She held onto his hand and continued to caress his chest with the palm of her other hand. "I know your heart is mine, but I like the way it beats in your chest. If you dig it out, it will die. I don't want a dead heart."

"But it's already dying." Tears dripped from Jiang Chenglong's eyes. "Before it dies and when it is still warm, I want to hand it to you. Sister, if you don't like it, can you despise it after I die? Don't let me see…"

"I don't despise you." Rong Xuelong actually felt her heart ache.

She raised her hand and hugged Jiang Chenglong's neck, letting him lean on her shoulder. His hot breath almost ignited her blood vessels.