Ling Yajing directly threw herself into Chu Mo's arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
Chu Mo couldn't help but feel pity for her, and hugged her tightly in return.
The two of them embraced each other deeply.
After a while, Chu Mo smiled and said, "Wife, I want to kiss you. Would you like that?"
"Yes!" Ling Yajing said with a tearful smile and nodded her head.
Without wasting a second, without any hesitation,
Chu Mo's domineering lips pressed against the rosy corners of Ling Yajing's mouth.
For a moment, it felt like the universe had spun, as if it were the end of time.
A short while later, they stopped kissing, and Chu Mo took Ling Yajing by the hand and led her to the table.
There, he had personally made a cake for her.
The cake might not have looked very appealing, but Ling Yajing was very happy.
"Wife, let's start blowing out the candles!" Chu Mo said with a smile.
"Uh-huh!" Ling Yajing nodded vigorously.