"Of course!" Zong Zheng answered without hesitation, as if he had rehearsed this answer a hundred times in his heart.
No matter when she asked, he could always respond right away.
"Then tell me about our love story! I want to hear..." Her small hand drew circles on his chest, "Hubby, you haven't forgotten, right? One of us has to remember..."
"I haven't forgotten, but it's getting late, and I'm worried you won't be able to get up tomorrow." Zong Zheng's heart was racing, his warm lips pressed against her neck, "When we get married, I'll share the happy moments between us with all the guests, how about that?"
"Not so good, I'll be shy..."
"Good night, hubby..."
Tang Tang felt his breath, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
But Zong Zheng couldn't sleep.
Tang Tang had asked before, back when she woke up and remembered nothing.
He gave her a simple answer, and she didn't ask again.
Why did she suddenly want to ask this question again?
