Long Chen was first startled by this question, but he then nodded.

Seeing him nod, ripples of emotions appeared in Ming Cangyue’s eyes. She actually leaned against his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Tell me. How much were you thinking about me and how much were you thinking about her?” asked Ming Cangyue, her eyes closed.

Long Chen shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking that much. All I was thinking was that I couldn’t let either of you die. I had to save both of you. Both of you are my women, and if either one of you died, I’d be in enough pain to die.”

This time, Long Chen had no intention of shaking her emotions. He was telling the truth. If Ming Cangyue died, Leng Yueyan would die with her. Furthermore, he had always felt guilty toward Ming Cangyue, as well as another unclear emotion.

“Long Chen, kiss me.”

Ming Cangyue suddenly turned red and looked up at Long Chen. There were still some tears on her face...