Wu Qinghe, who was driving the carriage, was like a horse galloping on the grassland. He felt very exuberant.
Li Xiaoran, who was sitting in the carriage, sensed Wu Qinghe's exuberant mood and couldn't help but smile at Luo Cheng. "Wu Qinghe is quite a wonderful person!"
When Luo Cheng heard this, he was immediately jealous.
"Then who am I?" Luo Cheng hugged Li Xiaoran's waist and asked.
Li Xiaoran looked at the handsome face in front of her with a smile.
After kissing Luo Cheng's face, Li Xiaoran replied, "You're my sweetheart!"
These words instantly pleased Luo Cheng. He, who had been a little jealous just now, felt content.
After traveling for more than half a day, Luo Cheng, Li Xiaoran, and the others sold the carriages and bought some food before entering the mountain.
By the time the people behind caught up, Luo Cheng and the others were long gone.
