Luo Anning chuckled, held his handsome face with both hands, and spoke in an unusually gentle tone: "Rong Yan, do you know? Why, two years later, even if Xiao Ran still loves me, I can't choose him?"

Rong Yan frowned, and his ink-black phoenix eyes seemed to be in a rich and ink color that could not be melted.

Luo Anning let go of his face, turned his head and looked out from the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the sky that was already a little bright: "Two years ago, Roland threatened my life with his power. At that time, even if he died with him, I would not want him to let go of me. However, for my life, he finally let go of me and chose to be with Roland. I understand him, but... I can't forgive him."

Love is not blind, nor is it that she keeps herself down to the dust again and again. She admits that she likes him and has done so much for herself so gentle that she has no reason to refuse his gentle offensive.

However, both likes and love have a bottom line, and her bottom line is self-esteem.

Even if you love her no matter how much you let her go, it will be impossible.

I never heard her explain her attitude towards Du Xiaoran to herself. Rong Yan is not stupid and could hear something in her words.

She was telling him that once he chose Mo Xiyan now, not her, then they would never be able to do so.

Rong Yan curled his lips, and he believed that only she could do so resolutely.

Just looking at her with a steady attitude, Rong Yan found that he really had no way to deal with her.

He lay dejectedly on her body, buried his head in the crotch of her neck, rubbed his throat, and said hoarsely: "An Ning, what do you want to know, I will tell you... Don't make trouble with me, okay?"

He has never liked to quarrel, nor is he a good person to explain, but... he found that if he didn't explain, she could just fight him coldly for the rest of her life.

And even... I just gave him a signed divorce agreement.

"Why, I think I'm forcing you?" Luo Anning looked at the ceiling, his eyes faint and his tone was shallow.

"No." Rong Yan kissed her erect neck lightly: "You didn't force me, I'm willing to say it myself."

At this time, even if it was her forcing her, Young Master Rong would not dare to say it out.

Only fools would say they were forced!

Seeing that his wife could be hugged, he wouldn't be so stupid that he angered her at this time.

"Rong Yan, if you don't want to say it, you can't say it." Luo Anning closed his eyes and made a false sleep: "I don't have to listen. I'm not interested in other people's love stories."

Yes, it’s not that he has to listen, but that if he doesn’t listen, he will die!

Rong Yan finally realized what a woman's mouth is. He hugged her soft waist tightly, put his thin lips against the delicate skin on her neck, and said with a burning breath: "I must say it, it's not that you must listen. Is this okay, my wife?"

Luo Anning hummed hard.

Rong Yan immediately laughed, and it became clear that he was in a good mood. So Young Master Rong continued to work hard, thought for a while, organized the language and brewed a good tone, and then spoke slowly.
Chapter completed!