"Stop!" Lu Ning hurriedly stopped her. "Linger, look at my eyes."
"Okay." Linger obediently looked at Lu Ning's beautiful big eyes.
"Logically, if my husband died. I should be sad, right? But look at me now, do I look sad?"
Lu Ning's long eyelashes fluttered like a fan, Linger could only see her beautiful eyes, and could not detect any sadness.
"No." She shook her head honestly.
"That's right. How can I not be sad when my husband is dead? Linger, trust me, your brother is still alive. I will find him very soon!"
Lu Ning felt more and more confident. She did not know if it was because she had been having sex with Zhihan in her dreams for the past few nights.
She knew that it must be him in her dreams. His body and physique were in superb condition. Not anyone could imitate him, especially his super torturous methods.