Tian Jingzhi looked at him directly like this, and continued : "You are right, the feeling of love and possessiveness are very similar, and I also suspect that my feeling for you is possessive. But now, I am sure, It's not possessiveness, it's love! Although I complain about you and I'm afraid, but everything I do for you," she pointed to her chest, said softly, "Here... there is no grievance, no disgust, it's all done willingly..."

Xue Lingqiao's clear eyes were at a loss for a moment, he seemed unable to respond to this willingness at all.

The more Tian Jingzhi said, the bolder she became, and she didn't want her face, which was not important to her at this moment. She just wanted to confess herself to him passionately, good or bad, even if she would be ridiculed and treated coldly, it was not important at this moment.