For a long time, Luo Muchen couldn't understand who they could be but it seemed he would never find out because he intended to treat his lover like he was the only one in the world.
As the commotion subsided, he approached Qie Xieling, his eyes filled with tenderness. He wrapped his strong arms around him from behind, their bodies pressed closely together. "How about we go and celebrate, my love?" he asked his voice filled with warmth and affection.
Qie Xieling's eyes sparkled with anticipation, assuming they would head to a fancy restaurant to mark this special occasion. He was quite hungry as well so he was more than eager. However, to his surprise, Luo Muchen had a different plan in mind. They drove across town and instead of a restaurant, he found that they had stopped at a private tarmac.
When they got out of the car, Luo Muchen took his hand and they walked hand in hand to a sleek private jet waiting on the tarmac, its engines humming softly.
