She knew that he doted on her. No matter how she answered, he would not feel embarrassed.
Eleven years. Jiang Yao really could not empathize with how Lu Xingzhi had spent those days, one after another. What had he used to support his obsession with her and not let go?
Perhaps it was because he was an overbearing man. Even if it was just being her husband, he was not willing to end a cold marriage with her.
Perhaps it was because of the love that had become his obsession that made him prefer to guard her so humbly. She might turn around and see him standing there waiting for her on some distant day.
"Are you full?"
Lu Xingzhi raised his hand and used a tissue to wipe the oil stains on Jiang Yao's lips. He asked in a gentle voice.
"I'm full."
Jiang Yao rubbed her stomach and giggled. She looked at Lu Xingzhi innocently.
His soft laughter was sincere. He had guessed it.