Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-One
"Let go of me!" Ling Feng struggled in Lian Cheng's embrace, trying to break free.
"Ling Feng…" Ignoring her struggle, Lian Cheng held her tightly in his arms, inhaling her scent and feeling the soft, warm touch of her body, which made every cell in his body cry out.
His hands trembled as they touched Ling Feng's back; only at this moment did he realize that his heart, empty for so many years, was finally filled.
"Ling Feng, you've finally come back…" Lian Cheng said contentedly while embracing her, letting out a gentle sigh.
"Lian Cheng, please let go of me first, alright?" Ling Feng suddenly softened her tone and spoke to Lian Cheng.
Lian Cheng slowly released the hands that bound Ling Feng, but the moment his gaze inadvertently caught sight of the fallen bag and the passport that had slipped out, his pupils contracted and his hand quickly grasped Ling Feng's arm again.
