Lu Xiaoyou heard his words and couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, but his face was so terribly somber that she stifled the laughter back down her throat.
Who could have imagined that Lord Long, standing at the apex of Beijing, summoning the wind and calling the rain, would complain in his office to a woman, "You don't love me!"
He was like a child who couldn't get candy.
Ever since Long Xiliang understood what love was, the frequency of the word "love" coming from his mouth had increased.
The current Long Xiliang still had a very limited understanding of emotions.
Ordinary people don't frequently speak of love, but Long Xiliang had only recently come to understand what love meant.
Many people can't bring themselves to say the word love because they feel there is some shame in it.
But Long Xiliang didn't have that sense of shame.
If he had fallen for Lu Xiaoyou, then he would boldly say it.
