Lin Wanwan said sourly, "Indeed, you're very lucky. You're born as a specially privileged person. You're good-looking, have a good figure, and are so rich. You're simply God's birth son. A normal person couldn't compare to you."
Lu Zhanbei shook his head. He stared fixedly into her eyes. "There are only three things I'm most lucky about."
"Which three?"
"Number one, knowing you. Number two, you coming back alive. Number three… coincidentally, you liking me too."
It was rare for Lu Zhanbei to have such a gentle gaze. Lin Wanwan was confused, and her heart started to beat rapidly.
She pretended to be calm and coughed. "In your heart, I'm that important?"
"Yes."
Lin Wanwan felt sweetness in her heart. "Then tell me, what pros do I have for you to like me?"
"Impulsive, crafty, daredevil, failing to make good on your promise…"
