Seeing Qin Yiren look at him with eyes that cared for mentally ill patients, Chu Xinian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
His peripheral vision caught Bo Jinghang and his subordinates' movements, pondering how to explain the whole story to Qin Yiren. He realized it was difficult to tell her everything in such a short time, let alone easily gain her trust.
"I am Chu Xinian."
As Bo Jinghang quickly approached with his men, Chu Xinian's slender fingers lifted Qin Yiren's sharp chin and kissed her lips without a word, murmuring quietly between their interlocked heads, "Remember, I am your lover!"
Chu Xinian...
Qin Yiren furrowed her brows in pain, her slender fingers pressing against his well-defined chest, helplessly enduring his kiss.
If the intention was merely to make her remember him, this sudden kiss was quite clever.
No, it's not just clever; she can't forget him even if she wants to, right?
