Provence?
This distant yet romantic place name sparked her curiosity.
"Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
When Lu Fengxuan slowly straightened up and looked up at him, she realized how serious his expression was.
She frowned, "What's the matter, Brother Ayin?"
"Today's incident, Long Qi told me about it."
Yu Chiyin's demeanor seemed calm, but Lu Fengxuan's heart skipped a beat, "Ah?"
"Brother Ayin, I didn't mean to hide it from you. I'm not hurt, so don't be angry. I won't let it happen again. Don't worry, don't worry, I will definitely protect the three little ones in my belly…"
"For me, your safety is always the most important thing," the man interrupted her.
Even though she was very clear about his love, hearing these words still made Lu Fengxuan's heart sweet as honey.
"I know, and I won't put myself in danger," she said obediently, then, a second later, "Wait, what does this have to do with you bringing up Provence?"
