Fujiwara Makoto realized the atmosphere of their conversation had become subtle, so he took the initiative to avoid suspicion and went to the kitchen on the other side of the first floor.
At that moment, Zhao Ling got up and walked behind Wei Tianyang, sheathing her sharp gaze and expression, and carefully hugged Wei Tianyang from behind like an older sister coddling her angry boyfriend.
"Then...then I'll start by giving you half of myself," Zhao Ling said.
"Zhao Ling, you still don't understand..." Wei Tianyang shook his head, stepped forward, and slipped out of Zhao Ling's embrace.
He had always hoped that Zhao Ling could become the mother of his spirit, to be the guide on his life's path, rather than a lover to satisfy carnal desires.
Zhao Ling had the capability to fulfill this role.
